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Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast

• • 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. 
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  • 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. 
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  • 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? 
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  • Were the whole realm of Nature mine, 
  • That were an offering far too small; 
  • Love so amazing, so divine, 
  • Demands my soul, my life, my all! 
  
  
• Album: English Hymns, Artist: Isaac Watts, Language: English, Viewed: 935 times