When I survey the wondrous Throne
On which the King of Glory Live,
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
Forbid it, Lord that I should boast,
Save in the Love 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 ever such Love and sorrow meet
Or thorns composed so rich a Crown?
Were the whole realm of Nature Mine,
That were an offering too small
Love so amazing, so Divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Holy King Emmanuel the 7 Adoni I God Jah Ras Tafari!!!
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