When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

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

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

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?

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

Love so amazing, so divine

Demands my soul, my life, my all