When I Survey (Wonderful Cross)

Words:

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 e'er such love and sorrow meet

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Oh, the wonderful cross! Oh, the wonderful cross!

Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live.

Oh, the wonderful cross! Oh, 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!

Oh, the wonderful cross! Oh, the wonderful cross!

Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live.

Oh, the wonderful cross! Oh, the wonderful cross!

All who gather here by grace draw near

And bless Your name.

When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of Glory died.