Iona - When I Survey

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 Lord 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 soul, my life, my all Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all