I am sure that I have chosen this one before, but it has been described as “the greatest hymn in the English language.” Whilst this may be an overstatement, in terms of greatest hymns, it is certainly up there with the best.
Anyway, it needs no further introduction from me. Savour these wonderful words:
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?
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.