Vineyard - Doing The Stuff（Live From London）
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 an offering far too small;
Love so amazing
so divine
Demands my soul
my life
my all.