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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