M0:|c:F|m:4/4|t:EWS 73 When I survey the wondrous cross|a:Isaac Watts 1674-1748|h:HAMBURG (Gregorian hymn) Arr. Lowell Mason 1792-1872|u:https://hymnary.org/hymn/PHSS1875/page/51
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E1:When I sur_vey the wond_rous cross/on which the Prince of glo_ry died,/my rich_est gain I count but loss,/and pour con_tempt on all my pride.
E2:For_bid it, Lord, that I should boast/save in the death of Christ, my God!/All the vain things that charm me most,/I sa_cri_fice them through his blood.
E3:See, from his head, his hands, his feet,/sor_row and love flow mingl_ed down./Did e'er such love and sor_row meet,/or thorns com_pose so rich a crown?
E4:His dy_ing crim_son, like a robe,/Spreads o’er His bo_dy on the tree;/Then I am dead to all the globe,/And all the globe is dead to me.
E5:Were the whole realm of na_ture mine,/that were a pre_sent far too small./Love so a_maz_ing, so di_vine,/de_mands my soul, my life, my all.
E6:To Christ, who won for sin_ners grace/By bit_ter grief and an_guish sore,/Be praise from all the ran_somed race/For_e_ver and for_e_ver_more.
