Perhaps no song about the crucifixion of Christ has touched more people than this hymn in long meter by Isaac Watts.  Inspired by Watts’ reading of Galatians 6:14, this is a personal favorite of mine, with many lyrical gems scattered throughout (including the all but forgotten fifth verse).

May Watts’ text help you reflect on the events of Good Friday and its eternal blessed significance to all who believe:

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?

[His dying crimson, like a robe,

Spreads o’er his body on the tree:

Then am I dead to all the globe,

And all the globe is dead to me.]

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.

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