When I Survey the Wondrous CrossIn all honesty, I cannot read or sing this hymn without weeping in gratitude over what Christ did for me. The price He paid on the cross for me surely demands my soul, my life, my all.
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,
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?
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.
Friday, April 06, 2012
This is one of Isaac Watts' many hymns. This one was published in 1707 in preparation for a communion service.