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1. When I survey the won-drous cross
On which the Prince of Glor-y died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour con-tempt on all my pride
2. See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow min-gled down
Did ever such love and sor-row meet
Or thorns com-pose so rich a crown?


Chorus: O the won-der-ful cross; O the won-der-ful cross
Bids me come and die; And find that I may truly live
O the won-der-ful cross; O the won-der-ful cross
All who gath-er here; By grace draw near and bless Your name
3. Were the whole realm of na-ture mine
That were an of-fer-ing far too small
Love so amazing, so di-vine
Demands my soul, my life, my all
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.
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
To Christ, Who won for sinners grace
By bitter grief and anguish sore,
Be praise from all the ransomed race
Forever and forevermore.