When I Survey the Wondrous Cross (Metropolitan Tabernacle)

Congregational singing Metropolitan Tabernacle, London Text: Isaac Watts | Tune: ROCKINGHAM (Miller) 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 mingling 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.