Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the cross 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!