When I survey the wondrous Cross On which the Prince of Glory died

1
When I survey the wondrous CrossOn which the
Prince of Glory died
2
My richest gain I count but lossAnd pour
contempt on all my pride
3
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boastSave in the
death of Christ my God
4
All the vain things that charm me mostI
sacrifice them to His Blood
5
See, from His head, His hands, His feetSorrow
and love flow mingled down
6
Did e'er such love and sorrow meetOr thorns
compose so rich a Crown
7
Were the whole realm of nature mineThat were a
present far too small
8
Love so amazing, so divineDemands my soul, my
life, my all
When I Survey The Wondrous Cross Used With
Permission CCLI 280829