Letra de When I Survey

When I survey the wondrous crossOn which the Prince of Glory diedMy richest gain I count but lossAnd pour contempt on all my prideForbid it, Lord, that I should boastSave in the death of Christ, my LordAll the vain things that charm me mostI sacrifice them to His bloodSee from His head, His hands, His feetSorrow and love flow mingled downDid e'er such love and sorrow meetOr thorns compose so rich a crown?Were the whole realm of nature mineThat were an offering far too smallLove so amazing, so divineDemands my soul, my life, my allLove so amazing, so divineDemands my soul, my life, my all