When I Survey the Wondrous Cross (Live)

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.

Forbid 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.

And were this whole realm of nature mine,
it would be a present far too small;
and that love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.

And that love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all,
My all!



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Watts, Karl William Jenkins
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