THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

by ISAAC WATTS, 1674-1748

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
"But whatever was to my profit I now consider le for the sake of Christ" Phil. 3:7.
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 e'er such love and sorrow meet.
Or thorns 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.