گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the prince of glory died
My richest gain I count all as loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
And where 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
