When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS 1. When I survey the wond'rous Cross On which the Prince of Glory dy'd, My richest Gain I count but Loss, And pour Contempt on all my Pride.


When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
There once was a time, in the history of the church, when the only singing that was allowed during worship was to sing the Psalms of the Old Testament. There’s nothing wrong with the Psalms, of course, but a young Isaac Watts yearned for music that embraced the rich truths and glorious teachings of the Gospels and the New Testament.
In 1707, Watts wrote a collection of such hymns and published them under the title of “Hymns And Spiritual Songs.” The idea was somewhat scandalous. I mean, church people don’t change that easily and this was something very new and different.
In section 3:7 of his hymnal, there was a song entitled, “Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ, Gal. 6:14.” You know it by a different name but the soulfulness of its music and the incredible message of its lyrics literally changed the music of the church.
Those who found Watt’s book, and who made their way to this new hymn, were so captivated by it’s beauty and depth that the new style of hymns were loved and embraced and a new age of music was ushered into the church.
Watts would go on to be known as the Father of English Hymnody, writing about 750 hymns including “Joy to the World.” His most beautiful offering, though, was also one of his earliest pieces. Some say that it is the most beautiful hymn ever composed. We know it as, “When I Survey The Wondrous Cross.”
WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS
1. When I survey the wond'rous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory dy'd,
My richest Gain I count but Loss,
And pour Contempt on all my Pride.
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.
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?
4. 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.