When I Survey

Attalus

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the prince of glory died
My richest gain I count all as loss
And pour contempt on all my pride

And where 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

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