1
When we survey the wondrous cross
On which the Lord of glory died,
Our richest gain we count but loss,
And pour contempt on all our pride.
On which the Lord of glory died,
Our richest gain we count but loss,
And pour contempt on all our pride.
2
Our God forbid that we should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, our Lord;
All the vain things that charm us most,
We’d sacrifice them to His blood.
Save in the death of Christ, our Lord;
All the vain things that charm us most,
We’d sacrifice them to His blood.
3
There from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4
His dying crimson, from His head
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
To all the world then am I dead,
And all the world is dead to me.
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
To all the world then am I dead,
And all the world is dead to me.
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Were the whole realm of nature ours,
That were an offering far too small;
Love that transcends our highest pow’rs,
Demands our heart, our life, our all.
That were an offering far too small;
Love that transcends our highest pow’rs,
Demands our heart, our life, our all.
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Kingston, Jamaica
This song always takes me back to a place of repentance and gratitude.
LOVE SO AMAZING SO DIVINE DEMANDS MY SOUL MY LIFE MY ALL,
THANK YOU LORD JESUS CHRIST 🙏
Lagos, Nigeria
Love so pure, love so divine, demands my all! Amen! Thank you Jesus!
Obio, Rivers State, Nigeria
Jesus Christ My Saviour, Unique in all the World, is everything to me.
Chef-Boutonne, Poitou-Charentes, France
The words are wrong, the correct words are...
VERSE 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.
VERSE 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.
VERSE 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?
VERSE 4
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe, is dead to me."
Verse 5
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.
Demands our heart our life our all 1 Corinthians 16:24
My love in Christ Jesus be with you all.
Rancho Cordova, California, United States
There from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Nairobi, Kenya
I love this hymn. I must admit I'm taken aback by this new wording, which I haven't seen before. A testimony is very personal, and I would imagine that each verse speaks to each person differently. And of course the glorious beauty of the words in the original version (love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all) cannot be improved upon. And technically there's no such thing as "our all". My all is different from your all. The degree of sacrifice required of each of us is unique. The rich young ruler had a lot to give up. The widow with two mites, next to nothing.
India
Thank you Jesus
Have mercy on us.
Amen
It's beautiful
Kings Town, Sanma, Vanuatu
A beautiful song for this Good Friday 1st April 2021.