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WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS - (by Really Free Music)  Year: 2005
Really Free Music 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. Female Vocals, Spiritual, Christian Hymns
Type Play Track Info Catalog ID Min:Sec Tempo & BPM Price Control
Full Track - Spiritual, Christian Hymns
240484 3:37 Med Fast 136   


Track Summary
Music Track Title: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Catalog ID: 240484  ISRC: US5UL0693365
Description: 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.

Social Media Link: http://www.audiosparx.com/sa/archive/Spiritual/Christian-Hymns/When-I-Survey-the-Wondrous-Cross/240484

Artist or Group: Really Free Music

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Keywords: Celtic Irish Ireland Harp Gaelic Hymn Traditional Mandolin Jesus Cross Scotland Ancient Folk

Music Genre > Sub-genre
    Spiritual Music
       Christian Hymns
Extended Properties
  Duration: 3:37   Tempo: Med Fast   BPM: 136
   Arrangement: Band / Ensemble
   Instruments: Celtic Harp, Dulcimer, Folk Fiddle, Mandolin, Tin Whistle, Violin, Vocals
   Vocal Mix: Female Vocals
   Language: English
Moods: Accepting, Beautiful, Bright, Delicate, Elegant, Flowing, Friendly, Graceful, Heavenly, Hopeful, Intricate, Jangly, Light, Pensive, Sensitive, Thoughtful, Touching, Tranquil, Wholesome

Styles: Backwoods / Folksy, Ballad, Documentary, History, Religious, Travel Channel, Wedding Ceremony

Regions: England, Ireland, Scotland, USA, UK

Lyrical Topics: Heaven, Religion, God, Jesus

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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