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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 blood flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
I see you there hanging on a tree
You bled and then you died and then you rose again for me
Now you are sitting on Your heavenly throne
Soon we will be coming home,
You're beautiful
You’re beautiful
When we arrive at eternity's shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we'll sing
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
You're beautiful
I see your face, You’re beautiful,
You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful.
I see your face, You’re beautiful,
You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
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