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<h2>WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.” Galatians 6:14</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_watts_i.jpg" alt="Isaac Watts (1674-1748)" width="132.666666666667" height="184.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>Hymns and Spiritual Songs</em>, 1707. <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_c.html" target="_blank">Charles Wesley</a> reportedly said he give up all his other hymns to have written this one.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Hamburg,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_mason_l.html" target="_blank">Lowell Mason</a>, 1824 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_hamburg.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td align="center" width="181"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_a_mason_l.jpg" alt="Lowell Mason (1792-1872)" width="120.666666666667" height="163.333333333333"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Yale Divinity Library</span></td>
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<p>When I survey the wondrous cross<br>
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On which the Prince of glory died,<br>
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My richest gain I count but loss,<br>
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And pour contempt on all my pride.</p>
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<p>Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,<br>
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Save in the death of Christ my God!<br>
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All the vain things that charm me most,<br>
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I sacrifice them to His blood.</p>
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<p>See from His head, His hands, His feet,<br>
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Sorrow and love flow mingled down!<br>
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Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,<br>
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Or thorns compose so rich a crown?</p>
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<p>His dying crimson, like a robe,<br>
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Spreads o’er His body on the tree;<br>
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Then I am dead to all the globe,<br>
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And all the globe is dead to me.</p>
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<p>Were the whole realm of nature mine,<br>
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That were a present far too small:<br>
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Love so amazing, so divine,<br>
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Demands my soul, my life, my all.</p>
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<p>[<em>The last verse is by an unknown author</em>]</p>
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<p>To Christ, Who won for sinners grace<br>
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By bitter grief and anguish sore,<br>
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Be praise from all the ransomed race<br>
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Forever and forevermore.</p>
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