{
  "title": "When I survey the wondrous cross",
  "author": "",
  "tune": "Hamburg",
  "number": "186",
  "lyrics": "When I survey the wondrous cross\nOn which the Prince of glory died,\nMy richest gain I count but loss,\nAnd pour contempt on all my pride.\n\nForbid it, Lord, that I should boast,\nSave in the death of Christ my God:\nAll the vain things that charm me most,\nI sacrifice them to his blood.\n\nSee, from his head, his hands, his feet,\nSorrow and love flow mingled down:\nDid e'er such love and sorrow meet,\nOr thorns compose so rich a crown?\n\nWere the whole realm of nature mine,\nThat were a present far too small;\nLove so amazing, so divine,\nDemands my soul, my life, my all.",
  "first_line": "When I survey the wondrous cross"
}