Latinised Hymns

When I survey the wondrous cross

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 cross 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?

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.


In mentem mihi cum venit
Crucis Deo letiferae,
damnosum omne lucrum fit
pudetque me superbiae.

Ne causa gloriandi sit
nisi in pendente Domino.
Inane quicquid placuit
eius Cruori consecro.

Amorem luctu confluum
stillant caput, pedes, manus
Insigne quod confluvium!
Quod fronte spineum decus!

Totus-ne mundus est mihi?
Non sufficit, si offero.
Amori tam mirabili
me ipsum dare debeo.

MM 17–24.10.97