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Hymn

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

TALLIS` CANON · L.M. · words Isaac Watts · music Thomas Tallis

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When I Survey the Wondrous Cross row in Glo ent o’er y flow of which far on min Christ a His and the the bod were pres of love death Prince small; tree; down! God! died, too the gled my ry His it, sur ing the dy from bid vey realm crim head, Lord, I whole 3. See 2. For 1. When His 5. Were 4. mine, robe, feet, boast, cross ture His should drous a That Spreads Sor Save On na like hands, I won of son, His that the to my is so them on His my all life, dead rich mands all sac pour to soul, globe pose fice tempt my the com ri con pride. all. me. crown? blood. my thorns a a am such vain est maz dead love things gain Did All My Then so I e’er the rich Love vine, globe, meet, most, loss, I the row me but De di And Or I And count so all sor charm ing, that and to Isaac Watts, 1707 TALLIS` CANON L.M. Thomas Tallis, c. 1567
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross row in Glo ent o’er y flow of which far on min Christ a His and the the bod were pres of love death Prince small; tree; down! God! died, too the gled my ry His it, sur ing the dy from bid vey realm crim head, Lord, I whole 3. See 2. For 1. When His 5. Were 4. mine, robe, feet, boast, cross ture His should drous a That Spreads Sor Save On na like hands, I won of son, His that the to my is so them on His my all life, dead rich mands all sac pour to soul, globe pose fice tempt my the com ri con pride. all. me. crown? blood. my thorns a a am such vain est maz dead love things gain Did All My Then so I e’er the rich Love vine, globe, meet, most, loss, I the row me but De di And Or I And count so all sor charm ing, that and to Isaac Watts, 1707 TALLIS` CANON L.M. Thomas Tallis, c. 1567

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 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 I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

5.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.

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