154 When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

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# 154 When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
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. 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.
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?
4. Were the whole realm of nature mine That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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