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
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
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
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e're such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich crown?
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
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
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross
