When I Survey

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?

where 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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"but whatever gain i had, i counted as loss for the sake of Christ. indeed, i count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For His sake i have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that i may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith - that i may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and may share His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, that by any means possible i may attain the resurrection from the dead. not that i have already obtained this or am already perfect, but i press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me His own." (philippians 3:7-12)

also of note: "see, from His head, His hands, His feet - sorrow and love flow mingled down!" how powerful a description of the blood of Christ is that?!