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1
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.
2
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?
3
Since I, who was undone and lost,
Have pardon through His name and word;
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my Lord.
4
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Quick Info
- Hymnal
- Seventh-day Adventist Hymnal
- Number
- #155
- Language
- English