WHEN I SURVEY the wondrous cross
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When I survey the wondrous cross
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On which the Prince of glory died,
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My richest gain I count but loss,
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And pour contempt on all my pride.
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See from His head, His hands, His feet,
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Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
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Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
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Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
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Were the whole realm of nature mine,
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That were a offering far too small;
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Love so amazing, so divine,
D A G D
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
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Written by Isaac Watts, 1707