Letras
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And for contempt on all my pride
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
Don't take it for granted
Oh my soul
Don't take it for granted
No
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
Oh, 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
Don't take it for granted
Oh my soul
Don't take it for granted
No
Oh my soul
Oh, don't take it for granted
No, no, no
Don't take it for granted
Oh