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"Different qualities of this Isaac Watts text come to the fore in each of the extant hymn tunes popularly used. Stiver's original dorian mode melody allows us to hear phrases and qualities in the hymn we may otherwise overlook in the hymnal versions. Melody and setting are pithy, filled with an attitude of humility one is sure to have when looking through a lens which focuses first on the cross and then turns to self-examination. Easy and recommended." ­Cross Accent, January 1998

Description A new setting of this familiar Lenten text, evocative of the true Lenten spirit that "demands my life, my soul, my all."

Text
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,
and pour contempt on all my pride.

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,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and conflict meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were a present much to small.
Love so amazing, so divine,
demands, my life my all.

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707.
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