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