Really Free Music
WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS
By: Really Free Music
Catalog ID: 240484   Duration: 3:37   Tempo: Med Fast   BPM: 136   Vocal: Female Vocals
Genre: Spiritual Music | Christian Hymns
Social Media Link: http://www.audiosparx.com/sa/archive/Spiritual/Christian-Hymns/When-I-Survey-the-Wondrous-Cross/240484
A beautiful traditional hymn played on the Celtic Harp, to the tune of an old Celtic Scottish folk melody. Also features Mandolin and Penny Whistle. Meaningful and pensive, with a lovely touch of Celtic Folk.   Keywords: Celtic Irish Ireland Harp Gaelic Hymn Traditional Mandolin Jesus Cross Scotland Ancient Folk



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Lyrics:
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.
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