Good Friday

When I survey the wondrous CrossBy the Prince of Glory diedMy richest gain I count but lossAnd pour contempt on all my prideSee from his head, hands, feetSorrow and love flow mingled downNo such love and sorrow ever meetOr thorns compose so rich a crownCross, O wonderful, wonderful CrossBids me come and die and I have found that truly liveCross, O wonderful, wonderful CrossAll who gather here by grace draw near and bless your nameThe whole realm of nature mineAnd that the progress so far is very smallLove is very amazing, so divineDemands my soul, my life, all myCross, O wonderful, wonderful CrossBids me come and die and I have found that truly liveCross, O wonderful, wonderful CrossAll who gather here by grace draw near and bless your name.

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