Letra de «When I Survey The Wondrous Cross»
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 sacrificed them to His blood
See from His head His hands His feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did ere 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
Forbid it Lord that I should boast Save in the death of Christ my God All the vain things that charm me most I sacrificed them to His blood
See from His head His hands His feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did ere 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
