When I Survey
Devon Kauflin / Isaac Watts
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 all the realms of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all
I give my life, I give my all
To follow You, to follow You