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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

See from His head, His hands, His feet
So much sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich, so rich a crown

Were this whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all
My life, my soul, my all
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      See from His head, His hands, His feet   So much sorrow and love flow mingled down   Did e'er such love and sorrow meet   Or thorns compose so rich, so rich a crown      Were this whole realm of nature mine   That were a present far too small   Love so amazing, so divine   Demands my soul, my life, my all   My life, my soul, my all