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.
Measure thy life by loss instead of gain;
Not by the wine drunk, but the Wine poured forth;
For love's strength standeth in Love's sacrifice;
And whoso suffers most, hath most to give.
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