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 coast 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`re such love and sorrow meet or thorns compose to rich a crown? were the whole realm of nature mine that were a present far too small love so amazing so divine demands my life my soul my all when I survey the wondrous cross on which my savior died for me when i survey I`m willing to give up my life for thee
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