Hymn Selection

272

L.M.


1
WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Lord of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2
Far be the thought that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my Lord;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I'd sacrifice them at His word.
3
There from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Of thorns compose so rich a crown?
4
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an off'ring far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.

I. Watts (1674-1748)

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