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my richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride.
All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
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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. All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all. | |||
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