1When I survey the wondrous crosson which the Prince of Glory died;my richest gain I count but loss,and pour contempt on all my pride. 2Forbid 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. 3See, from his head, his […]
1When I survey the wondrous crossOn which the Prince of glory died,My richest gain I count but loss,And pour contempt on all my pride. 2See, from His head, His feet,Sorrow and love flow mingled down;Did e’er such love and sorrow meet?Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 3Since I, who was undone and lost,Have pardon
1O sacred Head, now wounded,with grief and shame weighed down,now scornfully suroundedwith thorns, thine only crown:how pale thou art with anguish,with sore abuse and scorn!How does that visage languishwhich once was bright as morn! 2What thou, my Lord, has sufferedwas all for sinners’ gain;mine, mine was the transgression,but thine the deadly pain.Lo, here I fall,
1Go to dark Gethsemane,Ye who feel the tempter’s powerYour Redeemer’s conflict see.Watch with him one bitter hour;Turn not from his griefs away;Learn from Jesus Christ to pray. 2See Him at the judgment hall,Beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned;See Him meekly bearing all;Love to man His soul sustained!Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;Learn from him to bear the
1Were you there when they crucified my Lord?Were you there when they crucified my Lord?O! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.Were you there when they crucified my Lord? 2Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?O! Sometimes it causes me to tremble,
1On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,the emblem of suffering and shame;and I love that old cross where the dearest and bestfor a world of lost sinners was slain. RefrainSo I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,till my trophies at last I lay down;I will cling to the old rugged cross,and exchange it
1Ride on! ride on in majesty!Hark, all the tribes hosanna cry;O Savior meek, pursue Thy roadWith palms and scattered garments strowed. 2Ride on! ride on in majesty!In lowly pomp ride on to die;O Christ, Thy triumphs now beginO’er captive death and conquered sin. 3Ride on! ride on in majesty!The winged squadrons of the skyLook down
1Throned upon the awful tree,Lamb of God, Your grief we see.Darkness veils Your anguished face;None its lines of woe can trace.None can tell what pangs unknownHold You silent and alone. 2Silent through those three dread hours,Wrestling with the evil powers,Left alone with human sin,Gloom around You and within,Till th’appointed time is nigh,Till the Lamb of
1What wondrous love is this,O my soul, O my soul?What wondrous love is this, O my soul?What wondrous love is thisThat caused the Lord of blissTo bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul;To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul; 2To God and to the LambI will sing, I
1Alas! and did my Savior bleed,and did my Sovereign die?Would he devote that sacred headfor sinners such as I? RefrainAt the cross, at the cross,where I first saw the light,and the burden of my heart rolled away;it was there by faith I received my sight,and now I am happy all the day! 2Was it for
