"Thinking and understanding are regarded as akin to a form of perceiving; for in the one as well as the other the soul discriminates and is cognizant of something which is."
--De Anima, III, 3 427a 21.

The Wonderful Cross

D                 G        D
When I survey the wondrous cross
D            G         D     A
On which the Prince of glory died,
D                 G         D
My richest gain I count but loss,
D           A               D
And pour contempt on all my pride.

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?

      G         D             G         D
Oh the wonderful Cross, oh the wonderful Cross
       G                D               A
Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live

      G         D             G         D
Oh the wonderful Cross, oh the wonderful Cross
       G              D
All who gather here by grace draw near
   A
And bless Your name

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!