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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
By Isaac Watts (1674–1748)
 
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,        5
  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:        10
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,        15
  Demands my soul, my life, my all.
 
 
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