439    L.M.     Isaac Watts
Crucifixion to the World by the Cross. Gal. 6. 14

1 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.

2 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.

3 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?