1. Memandang palang raja ku Yang mati untuk dunia

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2 1. Memandang palang raja ku Yang mati untuk dunia
Ku rasa hancur congkak ku Dan harta hilang harganya. F3 Memandang Palang 1

3 2. Bri Tuhan, jangan 'ku megah Melainkan akan mati mu
Ku persembahkan dunia, Dan untung-nya kepada mu. F3 Memandang Palang 2

4 3. Terpancar dari luka-nya, Belas kasihan tak terpri
Belum pernah manusia, Melihat sayang sejernih. F3 Memandang Palang 3

5 4. Tidak terbalas kasih-nya, Yang seajiab kepada ku
Tak persembahkan lain yang sah Melainkan segnap hati ku. F3 Memandang Palang 4

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7 F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross
1. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 1

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2. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 2

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3. 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? F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 3

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4. His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o’er His body on the tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 4

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5. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 5

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13 F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross
1. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 1

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2. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 2

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3. 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? F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 3

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4. His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o’er His body on the tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 4

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5. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 5