155 ~ 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.
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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?
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Since I, who was undone and lost, Have pardon through His name and word; Forbid it, then, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ my Lord.
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Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my life, my soul, my all.