1) 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
2) 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
3) See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down
Did ever such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns composed so rich a crown?
4) His dying crimson like a robe
Spread over His body on the tree
Then am I dead to all the globe
And all the globe is dead to me
5) Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life , my all —
This is the best song in the English language – so profound and so deep in its depths! Even Charles Wesley said that he was willing to give up all his hymns if he could only write just only this one called, “WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS”.
And Charles Wesley wrote 6,000 hymns in his life time – 10 times more than Isaac Watts’ 600″s.
Let us take off our shoes and get down on our knees in a quiet place and meditate on this most sacred hymn. May the Holy Spirit of God illuminate your soul as you contemplate with me —
To be continued…..