Good Friday

When I survey the wondrous Cross
By the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride

See from his head, hands, feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
No such love and sorrow ever meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown

Cross, O wonderful, wonderful Cross
Bids me come and die and I have found that truly live
Cross, O wonderful, wonderful Cross
All who gather here by grace draw near and bless your name

The whole realm of nature mine
And that the progress so far is very small
Love is very amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, all my

Cross, O wonderful, wonderful Cross
Bids me come and die and I have found that truly live
Cross, O wonderful, wonderful Cross
All who gather here by grace draw near and bless your name.

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