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 EVER SUCH LOVE AND SORROW MEET,
OR THORNS COMPOSE SO RICH A CROWN?
WERE THE WHOLE REALM OF NATURE MINE,
THAT WERE AN OFFERING FAR TOO SMALL;
LOVE SO AMAZING , SO DIVINE,
DEMANDS MY SOUL , MY LIFE, MY ALL.