English Hymn 56
STANZA 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.
STANZA 2
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.
STANZA 3
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?
STANZA 4
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
