When I Survey - Celtic

V1 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 V2 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. V3 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? V4 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.
Words by Isaac Watts Music Traditional