Sunday, February 04, 2007

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

One of the most poignant and popular hymns of all time... which has fresh meaning and deeply moved me when I sang it at church this morning:

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 sacrfice them to His blood

See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did ever such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown

Were the whole realm of nature mine
There were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all

Isaac Watts, 1707

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