“But everything that was a gain to me, I have considered to be a loss because of Christ.” – Philippians 3:7
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
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 death of Christ, my God;
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 a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!
Words: Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Music: from a Gregorian Chant; Lowell Mason (1792-1872)
Words and Music public domain.
pianist: E. Zacek