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Words by Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1707Tune: HAMBURG, Lowell Mason, 1824Key signature: F major (1 flat)Meter: 18.104.22.168. (L.M.)Public Domain1. 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.2. 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.3. 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?4. 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.Additional stanzas:4. 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.6. To Christ, who won for sinners grace By bitter grief and anguish sore, Be praise from all the ransomed race Forever and forevermore.