Memandang Salib Rajaku (KJ 169)

Memandang salib Rajaku

yang mati untuk dunia,

kurasa hancur congkakku

dan harta hilang harganya.

Tak boleh aku bermegah

selain di dalam salibMu;

kubuang nikmat dunia

demi darahMu yang kudus.

Berpadu kasih dan sedih

mengalir dari lukaMu;

mahkota duri yang pedih

menjadi keagunganMu

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 e'er such love and sorrow meet

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

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