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Hymn 3:7 [When I Survey The Wondrous Cross]
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Crucifixion to the world by the
cross of Christ, Gal. 6. 14.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory dy’d,
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 sacrifice them to his blood.

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?

[His dying crimson like a robe
Spreads o’er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.]

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.