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 an offering far too small,
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
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awesome :-)
Love it.
When I was travelling it was just so eye opening, and that last verse popped into my head often...
And yeah, the world is so amazing and beautiful, but God is better still :D.
I love this song.
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