words: Isaac Watts music: Lowell Mason

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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

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Forbid it Lord that I should boast

Save in the death of Christ my God

All the vain things that charm me most

I sacrificed them to His blood

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See from His head His hands His feet

Sorrow and love flow mingled down

Did ere such love and sorrow meet

Or thorns compose so rich a crown

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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