Lenten Post 12: When I Survey...

                          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 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.