Hymn 924 -0
The Wondrous Cross
Hymn 924 -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.
Hymn 924 -2
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacirfice them to His blood.
Hymn 924 -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?
Hymn 924 -4
His dying crimson like a robe,
Spread o’er His body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me