Passiontide
Note.âA different harmonization of this tune will be found at Hymn 320.
I. Watts, 1674-1748.
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 â 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 flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 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.
5. â 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.
Webbe's original version of this passage is:
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