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Please wait for the download to finish.  It will be well worth it.  The song you are about to hear is When I Survey the Wonderous Cross.  It is where I got the title for my book">

 

    

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Priscilla Paul

 

 

                                                     

                                                                                   

  

                                                  

                                                  

                              

                              

                               

                               

 

 

                       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

 

                                                

 

        

 

 

 

 

                                                                

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                        

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Please wait for the download to finish.  It will be well worth it.  The song you are about to hear is When I Survey the Wonderous Cross.  It is where I got the title for my book, So Rich A Crown.  Enjoy the music and write me a note.  The guest book is below.  Thanks for looking at my site.

When I Survey the Wonderous Cross

When I survey the wonderous 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 ever 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, my life, my all.

Written by Isaac Watts in 1707 

 

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