[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 3] 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 realm of nature mine That were a present far too small Love so amazing so divine Demands my soul my life my all
