[ When I survey the wondrous cross ]
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- When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died, my richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride.
- For bid it, Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ my God; all the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood.
- See, from His head, His hands, His feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down; did e'er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown?
- There all my sins on Him were hurled, He took my place upon the tree; then am I dead to all the world, and all the world is dead to me.
- Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small; love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.