When I Survey the Wonderous Cross

Ephesians 2:8-9
For it is by grace you have been saved - through faith and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God - not by works, so that no one can boast.

When I survey the wonderous 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're such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

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.


This was the praise song I am having the school learn for this month. Surprisingly, just a few students have heard it before. What a great Hymn. It's so personal and praises God for our best gift!