Angel of death passed over me
Angel of life has set me free
Blind with the world
Blind with these eyes
My conscience hurled
Through the sea-sprayed skies
My eyes are burning from the darkness
My lips still tremble from that fatal kiss
Tell me who am I to touch the cross
This worthless life I count but loss
A mighty tree
Thrust in the earth
My destiny
My entire worth
My eyes are burning from the darkness
My lips still tremble from that fatal kiss
"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"
-- Isaac Watts
