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? His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o’er His body on the tree; Then I am 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. -Issac Watts

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  1. Did you know that we are naming our next boy "Watts" from "Isaac Watts" the hymn writer?!? Thanks for your post! He certainly had a way with words...also wrote "Joy to the World" (and about 748 other hymns!)

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  2. Hey Sarah, that was one of Papa Leidig's favorite hymns. It is in my top 10 hymn lists.

    Thanks.

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