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 ever such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross All who gather here by grace draw near 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
