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 Thins 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?
Were The Whole Realm Of Nature Mine,
That Were A Present Far Too Small:
Love So Amazing, So Divine,
Demands My Soul
Shall Have My Soul (Shall Have My Soul)
Shall Have My Soul (Shall Have My Soul)
My Life, My All.
Al Contemplar la Maravillosa Cruz
Al Contemplar la Maravillosa Cruz
En la Que el Príncipe de Gloria Murió,
Mi Mayor Ganancia Considero Como Pérdida,
Y Desprecio Todo Mi Orgullo.
Prohíbemelo, Señor, Que Me Jacte,
Sino en la Muerte de Cristo, Mi Dios;
Todas las Vanidades Que Más Me Encantan
Las Sacrifico a Su Sangre.
Mira, De Su Cabeza, Sus Manos, Sus Pies,
Tristeza y Amor Fluyen Mezclados;
¿Alguna Vez Se Encontraron Amor y Tristeza,
O Espinas Componen una Corona Tan Rica?
Si Todo el Reino de la Naturaleza Fuera Mío,
Eso Sería un Regalo Demasiado Pequeño:
Un Amor Tan Asombroso, Tan Divino,
Exige Que Mi Alma
Tenga Mi Alma (Tenga Mi Alma)
Tenga Mi Alma (Tenga Mi Alma)
Mi Vida, Todo Yo.