“When I Survey the Wondrous Cross”

1. 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.

2. 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.

3. 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?

4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an off’ring far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748

Hark, My Soul! It Is the Lord

1. Hark, my soul! it is the Lord;
‘Tis the Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee:
“Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou Me?”

Lord, it is my chief complaint
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee, and adore;
O for grace to love Thee more!

2. “I delivered thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wand’ring, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.”

3. “Can a woman’s tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.”

4. “Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.”

5. “Thou shalt see My glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of My throne shalt be:
Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou Me?”

William Cowper, 1731-1800

“O LORD, our Lord, how high, how great”

1. O LORD, our Lord, how high, how great
Is Thine exalted name!
The glories of Thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2. When I behold Thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
The stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light.

3. Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,
That Thou shouldst visit him with grace
And love his nature so?

4. That Thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than His angels are,
To save a dying worm!

5. Let Him be crowned with majesty
Who bowed His head to death,
And be His honours sounded high
By all things that have breath.

6. Jesus, our Lord, how high, how great
Is Thine exalted name!
The glories of Thy heavenly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748