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Christ Crucified. 53
IV.
uAnd was Crucified for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered^ and was buried'."
XLV1II.
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 a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Isaac Watts. 1709. |
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We sing the praise of Him Who died, Of Him Who died upon the cross ;
The sinner's hope let men deride. For this we count the world but loss. |
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