When I Survey the Wondrous Cross



~Isaac Watts, 1707

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?


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.

2 comments on “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

  1. Hello again, Pam! Yes, amazing. So amazing I cannot take it all in. The spirit is willing but the body is weak…


  2. Yes! LOVE so AMAZING!

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