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Poem for the Day - When I Survey The Wondrous Cross by Issac Watts

Posted: 30 March 2018

Poem for the Day 
Something appropriate for Good Friday. People of all faiths and people of none can’t help appreciate the beautiful poetry in this old hymn.

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?

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.

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross 
Issac Watts

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