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!Es el hombre débil nave Ježišu, Ježišu أيام بتاخدنى منك Кыйссай Йосыф Чудное имя En las sombras del pecado sbḥạnk yạ ạllh Był taki dzień sẖʿb dạys ʿly̱ ạlạ̉nyn Гючле, кувветле деил
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