D= do; 2/4

MEMANDANG SALIB RAJAKU
Yang mati untuk dunia
Kurasa hancur congkakku & harta hilang harganya

Tak boleh aku bermegah
Selain di dalam salibMu
Kubuang nikmat dunia
Demi darahMu yang kudus

Berpadu kasih dan sedih
Mengalir dari lukaMu
Mahkota duri yang pedih
Menjadi keagunganMu

Melihat darah lukaNya,
Membalut tubuh Tuhanku
Ku mati bagi dunia dan dunia mati bagiku

Andaikan jagad milikku
Dan kuserahkan padaNya
Tak cukup bagi Tuhanku
Diriku yang dimintaNya

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 me pride

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

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

His dying crimson like a robe
Spreads o`er His body on the tree
Then am I dead to all the globe
And all the globe is dead to me

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
Syair: Isaac Watts
Lagu: Hugh Wilson