In my humble opinion, there is no hymn that more poignantly describes the cross. Again and again, I am struck and humbled by these beautiful words.

When I Survey (by Isaac Watts)
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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

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 eer such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown

His dying crimson, like a robe
Spreads oer His body on the tree
Then I am dead to all the globe
And all the globe is dead to me

Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all