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When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
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?
(Words: Isaac Watts, Music: Edward Miller. Words and Music: Public Domain)
Were You There?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh —
Sometimes it causes me
to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Oh —
Sometimes it causes me
to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they nailed Him to the tree?
Were you there when they pierced Him in the side?
Were you there when they pierced Him in the side?
Oh —
Sometimes it causes me
to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they pierced Him in the side?
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Oh —
Sometimes it causes me
to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Oh —
Sometimes it causes me
to tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
(Words: African-American Traditional, Public Domain)