WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

When I survey the wondrous Cross,\nOn which the Prince of glory died,\nMy richest gain I count but lost,\nAnd pour contempt on all my pride.\n2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,\nSave in the death of Christ, my God;\nAll the vain things that charm me most;\nI sacrifice them to his Blood.\n3. See from his head, his hands, his feet,\nSorrow and love flow mingled down;\nDid e’er such love and sorrow meet,\nOr thorns compose so rich a crown?\n4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,\nThat were a present far too small;\nLove so amazing, so divine,\nDemands my soul, my life, my all. Amen.