When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

Thanks to Manuela for this beautiful hymn!!!
1.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.His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
5.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
~by Isaac Watt
( The hymn’s fourth verse („His dying crimson…”) is commonly omitted in printed versions, a practice that began with George Whitefield in 1757 )

2 comentarii (+add yours?)

  1. The Master's Slave
    mart. 28, 2013 @ 10:04:47

    My appreciation and love grows for my Saviour as I live as His slave. His willingness to die and take God’s wrath…FOR ME? I deserved Hell and He saved me. I put Him on that wondrous cross and He forgave me. Jesus, dear Saviour, thank You.

    • rodi
      mart. 28, 2013 @ 10:09:18

      beautiful words for a beautiful Savior- although words can never express the gratitude that we feel and owe… Praise God for all the He is and all that He does!!!

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