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WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

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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.

Issac Watts (1674-1748)

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WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

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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 sacrifice them to His blood.

Issac Watts (1674-1748)

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WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

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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?

Issac Watts (1674-1748)

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WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

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His dying crimson, like a robe,

Spreads o’er His body on the tree;

Then I am dead to all the globe,

And all the globe is dead to me.

Issac Watts (1674-1748)

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WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

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Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were an offering far too small;

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Issac Watts (1674-1748)

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