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.Oh! Que ton joug est facile تۇنۇق سۇۇنۇن باشاتىن ەڭسەگەن بۇعۇ سىياقتۇۇ للخروف البركة Ne-ntoarcem ca sa-Ti multumim Bejött Jézus จะเอามือวางที่ใจ Sevin Dünya! Ele Vivo Está KAN THLACAMNAK NGAI TUAH Či si vykročil k nebeským horám
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