Christopher W. Hart - When I survey the wondrous cross - текст песни (слова)

1. When I survey the wondrous cross 
 where 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. 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.