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July 11, 2005 - Oh the wondrous cross my creed... On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 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? Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o’er His body on the tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. 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. Were the whole realm of Nature mine, That were an present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all! Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross All who gather here by grace draw near And bless Your name Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707
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