When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Isaac Watts
(1674-1748)
THE WATER IS WIDE (L.M.)
Traditional English
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When I sur-vey the won-drous cross
On which the Prince of glo-ry died,
My rich-est gain I count but loss,
And pour con-tempt on all my pride.
For-bid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sac-ri-fice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sor-row and love flow min-gled down:
Did e'er such love and sor-row meet,
Or thorns com-pose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of na-ture mine,
That were a pres-ent far too small;
Love so a-maz-ing, so di-vine,
De-mands my soul, my life, my all.
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