To Count All Things But Loss...

From the book- Streams in the Desert compiled by Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman This is how God’s love was revealed among us: God sent His one and only Son into the world, so that we might live through Him.And love consists in this: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as the atoning sacrifice for our sins. Phil.3:8Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellenceof the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord,for whom I have suffered the loss of all things,and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ...Read the whole glorious chapter To count all things but loss for TheeLord, let this faith's great honour/sole object beFor the excellent knowledge ofJesus, my Saviour whom I love To truly count all things but lossAs I behold the bloodstained crossThat held Thy love that never failsThy Hands divine, pierced through with nails Thy body broken, Thy blood shedMy sin upon Thy sinless Head/SteadAs, on the cross of CalvaryYou counted all things loss for me You did not shirk death’s dreadful tollTo be the Saviour of my soulThy Father’s will, though Thou didst pleaDid not spare Thee from Calvary Ah Lord, forbid I prize some claimAbove the glory of Thy NameForbid I look upon the crossYet cannot count all things but loss Lest my boast, like a hollow gongResounds, Lord, let this be love’s songTo count all things but loss for TheeWho counted Thy life loss for me Lord,  all who repent and believeWill everlasting life receiveAnd gain, for all eternityThe loss You bore at Calvary Then, fix faith's altar at the crossLest I forget to count but lossAll that impedes the knowledge ofThy grace and everlasting love © Janet Martin I love the simplicity of this version of Lyrics- 1 When I survey the wondrous crosson which the Prince of glory died,my richest gain I count but loss,and pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boastsave in the death of Christ, my God!All the vain things that charm me most,I sacrifice them through his blood. 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? 4 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.