“When I survey the most wondrous Cross, on which the Prince of Glory died, my worldly gains I count but as loss, and pour contempt on fallen pride…

Forbid it Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charmed me most, I sacrifice them to His blood…

See from His head, hands, feet, and His side, sorrow and love flow mingling down! Did ever 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, and my all.”

(With emphasis added. Originally composed by Isaac Watts 1674 – 1748)