verse 1
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.
verse 2
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.
verse 2
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.
verse 4
Were the whole relm of nature mine,
That were an of-f?ring far to small.
Love so amazing so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.