作曲 : Watts
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
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?
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
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