When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

print by Jeanne Kun 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 cross of Christ my God. 
All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to His blood. 

See, from His head, His feet, 
Sorrow and love flow mingled down. 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 

Where 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.

"The Fire of Divine Love," (c) 1987 print by Jeanne Kun
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