Mary Barrett - O Sacred Head Now Wounded - текст песни и слова, похожие исполнители

Kishore Kumar Hits — Mary Barrett - O Sacred Head Now Wounded текст песни

Исполнитель: Mary Barrett

альбом: Hyms 2 - Be Still My Soul

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.
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.
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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