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 eÂ?er 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 offÂ?ring far too small.
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.