Hymn For Today - 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

Forbid it Lord that I should boast

Save in the Cross 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