words: Isaac Watts music: Lowell Mason   verse   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   Forbid it Lord that I should boast   Save in the death of Christ my God   All the vain things that charm me most   I sacrificed them to His blood   verse   See from His head His hands His feet   Sorrow and love flow mingled down   Did ere such love and sorrow meet   Or thorns compose so rich a crown   verse   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