| When I Survey The Wonderous 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 |
| 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 |
