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Words by Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1707Tune: HAMBURG, Lowell Mason, 1824Key signature: F major (1 flat)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. A-men.
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