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When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

3/04/2008

When I sur- vey the won- drous cross
For- bid it Lord that I should boast
See, from His head, His hands, His feet
Were the whole realm of na- ture mine

On which the Prince of Glo- ry died
Save in the death of Christ my God
Sor- row and love flow min- gled down
That were a pre- sent far too small

My rich-est gain I count but loss
All the vain things that charm me most
Did e·er such love and sor- row meet
Love so a - maz - ing so di- vine

And pour con- tempt on all my pride
I sac- ri- fice them to His blood
Or thorns com- pose so rich a crown
De- mands my soul, my life, my all

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