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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,
Forbid it Lord that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my Lord
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 er' such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
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 Lord
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 er' such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
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