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X066 Ndakuqwalasel' ikrusi


X066 Ndakuqwalasel' ikrusi
8.8.8.8
(When I survey the wondrous cross)

Ndakuqwalasel’ ikrusi,
Ekwaxhonyw’ eyam iNkosi;
Ndoncama yonk’ inzuzo yam,
Ndilidele nekratshi lam.
---
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.

Mandingaqhayisi Nkosi,
Kungengay’ ikrusi yaKho;
Yonk’ imihlal’ ekhoyo,
Ndiyincama ngenxa yaKho.
---
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.

Kha ubone lowo mzimba,
Apho kwampompoz’ igazi;
Wakha walubon’ uthando,
Luxubene nosizi?
---
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?

Zonk’ iindyebo endinazo,
Andingenikeli ngazo;
Mandizenze mna idini,
Ndixabise olothando.
---
Were the whole realm
of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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