Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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 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.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1707 Music: Lowell Mason, 1824


Joyful Maiden said...

This is among my many favorites; :)Thanks for posting it! I love the pictures as well. :)

Katelynn said...

That is so beautiful! Thank you so much!

Honeycombs said...

One of my favourite hymns, your pictures go so well with it. thanks for the reminder.