Lyrics

[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.

[Ending]
Love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.