my soul, my life, my all

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

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

isaac watts wrote it
my heart sings it