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. 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? Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross, Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live. Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross, All who gather here by grace draw near and bless Your name. Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all!لماذا أنا Мадақтандар Құдайды Киелі Үйінде БЕЗКРАЙНА Е ТВОЯТА ЛЮБОВ Повей Великий Божий Дух Әйса Падиша Сән Nul n'est comme toi ykfyny rby ạbqy bqrbk 主最知道我的需要 Ti esalto yạ ḍạmn ḥlmy̱ wyạk
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