WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS

1. When I survey the wondrous cross
    Own which the Prince of glory died,
    My richest gain I could count but loss,
    And pour contempt on all my pride.

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.

3.See, from His head, His hands, His feet
   Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
   Did ye are such love and sorrow meet,
   Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4.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.