Iona’s intended
blessing, in reverse order:
“WERE THE WHOLE REALM/OF NATURE MINE
THAT WERE AN OFFERING/MUCH TOO SMALL
LOVE SO AMAZING, SO DIVINE/DEMANDS MY SOUL, MY LIFE, MY ALL
SEE FROM HIS HEAD/HIS HANDS, HIS FEET
SORROW AND LOVE/FLOW
MINGLED DOWN
DID E’ERE SUCH LOVE/AND SORROW MEET
OR THORNS COMPOSE/SO RICH A CROWN?
FORBID IT LORD/THAT I SHOULD BOAST
SAVE IN THE DEATH/OF CHRIST MY LORD
ALL THE VAIN THINGS/THAT CHARM ME MOST
I SACRIFICE THEM/TO HIS BLOOD
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
(Riches I heed not/nor man’s empty praise
Be Thou my inheritance/now and
always)
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