When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

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?

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.

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

Praise for Creation and Providence by Isaac Watts

I sing the mighty power of God, 

that made the mountains rise,

That spread the flowing seas abroad, 

and built the lofty skies.

I sing the wisdom that ordained 

the sun to rule the day;

The moon shines full at God's command, 

and all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord, 

who filled the earth with food,

Who formed the creatures through the Word, 

and then pronounced them good.

Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, 

wherever I turn my eye,

If I survey the ground I tread, 

or gaze upon the sky.

There's not a plant or flower below, 

but makes Thy glories known,

And clouds arise, and tempests blow, 

by order from Thy throne;

While all that borrows life from Thee 

is ever in Thy care;

And everywhere that we can be, 

Thou, God art present there.

by Isaac Watts