Nhạc sĩ: Traditional, Isaac Watts
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♪When I survey the wondrous cross,On which the Prince of Glory died,My riches gained, I count the loss,And for contentment all my pride.Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,Save in the death of Christ my God.All the vain things that Your fear moans,I sacrifice them to His blood.See from His head, His hands, His feet,Sorrow and love flow mingle down.Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,Or thorns compose so rich a crown?And were this whole realm of nature mine,It would be a presence far too small.Sorrow and love so amazing, so divine,Demands my soul, my life, my all.Sorrow and love so amazing, so divine,Demands my soul, my life, my all.My all.Whoo!Whoo!Whoo!Whoo!Whoo!
