When I Survey the Wondrous Cross Lyrics

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross - Catholic Communication

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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 poor 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 there such love and sorrow meet,

Or throne compose so rich a crown?

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.