When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

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'er such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a 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), when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey (when I survey), when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey (when I survey), when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross