"When I Survey the Wondrous Cross"
"The Wondrous Cross"
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.
Amen.
NOTE: This is Isaac Watts crowning achievement. It has been said that he revolutionized public worship in his time.
Although you may be unfamiliar with the phrasing it will be well worth the time spent to get the meaning clear. It is considered by many to be the greatest hymn ever written in the English Language.
