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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. 

    • 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 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: 955 times