Monday, March 08, 2010

Isaac Watts

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
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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