When I Survey 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?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
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.
—– Isaac Watts, 1707
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Photo: Dominus Flevit Church, Mount of Olives, Jerusalem. Taken by Arti of Ripple Effects, www.rippleeffects.wordpress.com, November 2007. All Rights Reserved.
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Lovely photo, Arti.
I love the last line of that beautiful hymn: “Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.” Thanks for posting.
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Shari: This is one of my all time favorite hymns…Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.
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