Текст песни Thorns Compose

When I survey
The wondrous cross
On which the prince of glory died
My richest gain
I count but loss
And poor contempt on all my pride
Forbid it Lord
That i should coast
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
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His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e're such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose to rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing
So divine
Demands my life
My soul
My all
When I survey
The wondrous cross on which my savior died for me
When i survey I'm willing to give up my life for thee