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.
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. 🎶 🎶 🎶
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