Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #118: When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

Hymn #117 Hymn #119


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118 (L.M.) Isaac Watts

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 grace 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 mingling down;

Did e'er such love and sorrows meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

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.

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.

Hymn #117 Hymn #119