Author: Isaac Watts 1674-1748
When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of glory died,
my richest gain I count as loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.
2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
save in the cross of Christ my God;
the very 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:
when did such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4. His lifeblood, like a crimson robe,
clothes all 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 an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all!
Scriptures: Matthew 27:35, Mark 15:24, 1 Corinthians 2:8, Luke 23:46, Micah 6:6-8, 1 John 4:10, 1 John 4:19, Revelation 1:18, Psalms 22:16, Luke 23:33, Luke 24:40, John 19:18, 2 Corinthians 10:17, 1 Corinthians 2:2, Psalms 44:8, Jeremiah 9:23-24, Galatians 6:14, John 19:5, Mark 15:17, John 19:2, Matthew 27:50, Mark 15:37, Matthew 27:29, Lamentations 1:12, Philippians 3:7-8, Psalms 50:7-15, Romans 6:6, Romans 12:1-2, Galatians 3:1, Philippians 3:3