The Song I Connect to Easter the Most

I couldn't post the video here, but here's the link:

When I Survey

I love hearing just the voices.

Here are the words and a little history:

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.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
save in the cross 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.

--Isaac Watts, 1707

The fourth stanza is bracketed as optional and very rarely sung being that it is considered too gory.

I find the most common arrangement, a chant-like tune - to be very sad and glum. The words, in my opinion, are cause for celebration. Look what our Savior and Kind did for us! Us! Sinners, terrible people we are. And yet He went to the cross. When I sing this song, I smile through my tears.