All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood. [Verse 4]
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all. [Verse 3]
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down! [Verse 1]
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. [Verse 2]
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?