When I Survey the Wondrous Cross - Live

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
Forbid it Lord, that I should boast
Safe 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
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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Writer(s): Norman J. Clayton, Isaac Watts
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