Song 9: The World Crucified by the Cross of Christ
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Of ought but Jesus' cross;
The richest gain, that tempts the most,
I count but sordid dross.
When him I view, who bore, in death,
My sins, upon the tree;
Then am I dead to all the earth,
The earth all dead to me.
Were this whole globe terrestrial mine
The present were but small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my all.
Of ought but Jesus' cross;
The richest gain, that tempts the most,
I count but sordid dross.
When him I view, who bore, in death,
My sins, upon the tree;
Then am I dead to all the earth,
The earth all dead to me.
Were this whole globe terrestrial mine
The present were but small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my all.
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