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.
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?
Hymn by Isaac Watts 1707
1. Crown of Thorns Replica 2. Shroud of Turin Face 3. Shroud of Turin Hands 4. Nail in Ankle Bone 1st Century Crucifixion Victim