To Count All Things But Loss...

 From the book- Streams in the Desert compiled by Mrs. Chas. E. Cowman

1 John 4:9-10

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.3:8

Yet indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence

of 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...

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Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross

To count all things but loss for Thee

Lord, let this faith's great honour/sole object be

For the excellent knowledge of

Jesus, my Saviour whom I love

To truly count all things but loss

As I behold the bloodstained cross

That held Thy love that never fails

Thy Hands divine, pierced through with nails

Thy body broken, Thy blood shed

My sin upon Thy sinless Head/Stead

As, on the cross of Calvary

You counted all things loss for me

You did not shirk death’s dreadful toll

To be the Saviour of my soul

Thy Father’s will, though Thou didst plea

Did not spare Thee from Calvary

Ah Lord, forbid I prize some claim

Above the glory of Thy Name

Forbid I look upon the cross

Yet cannot count all things but loss

Lest my boast, like a hollow gong

Resounds, Lord, let this be love’s song

To count all things but loss for Thee

Who counted Thy life loss for me

Lord,  all who repent and believe

Will everlasting life receive

And gain, for all eternity

The loss You bore at Calvary 

Then, fix faith's altar at the cross

Lest I forget to count but loss

All that impedes the knowledge of

Thy grace and everlasting love

© Janet Martin

I love the simplicity of this version of

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross - Fernando Ortega

Lyrics- Isaac Watts

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.

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 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.