The Wondrous Cross

"When I Survey the Wondrous Cross"
by Isaac Watts, 1707

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?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

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.

To Christ, who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race
Forever and forevermore.

Michael W. Smith recorded a beautiful arrangement of this hymn,
"The Wonderful Cross", adding this chorus.

O the wonderful cross,
O the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die
and find that I
may truly live

O the wonderful cross,
O the wonderful cross
All who gather here
by grace draw near
and bless Your name

For more meditations on the cross this Good Friday, visit Sarah over at Hindsight where she posted "Beautiful Scandalous Night."

Head over to Signs, Miracles, and Wonders for more Then Sings My Soul Saturday.