1. When I sur-vey the wondrous cross On which the Prince

My rich-est gain I count but loss, And pour con-tempt on all

How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die

1. In the cross of Christ I glory, Tow-ering o'er the wrecks of time;

All the light of sacred sto - ry Gath-ers round its head sub-lime. A - MEN.

1. 'Tis midnight; and on Olives' brow The star is dimmed that lately shone:

'Tis midnight; in the garden now, The suffering Saviour prays a