Sung during the Sunday worship at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, London (Spurgeon’s).
Hymn 243 from our hymn book, Psalms & Hymns of Reformed Worship.
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.
Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Tune: Rockingham
Composer: From ‘A Psalmody in Miniature’ adapted by Edward Miller (1735-1807)