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When I Survey the Wondrous Cross - Glad
Written by:Isaac Watts
Woooooooooh
Woooooooooh
When I survey
The wondrous cros
On which the prince of glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
Dumdum dumdum
Dodooo dodoooo
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
Woooooh wooooh
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
Too small
Love so amazing so divine
Demands my soul my life
My all
Aaaaamen
Aaaaamen
Aaaaaaaaamen Amen