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.
I have grown up singing this song, but it wasn’t until I was in college that the force of the words penetrated my heart. I was in a mixed quartet, and we were singing a different tune/arrangement from the original. I love singing the old songs, but there is something to be said about using a different tune or arrangement to bring out the words of a song in a fresh, new way. That’s what really did it for me. It brought out these words of the last two stanzas.
“See from His head–His hands–His feet–Sorrow and love flow mingled down–Did e’er such love and sorrow meet–Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul–my life–my all!”