when I survey

the wondrous cross

on which the prince of glory died

my richest gain

i count but loss

and poor contempt on all my pride

forbid it Lord

that i should coast

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're such love and sorrow meet

or thorns compose to rich a crown?

were the whole realm of nature mine

that were a present far too small

love so amazing

so divine

demands my life

my soul

my all

when I survey

the wondrous cross on which my savior died for me

when i survey I'm willing to give up my life for thee