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    Sorrow and love flow mingled down    Did e'er such love and sorrow meet    Or thorns compose so rich a crown       O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross    Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live    O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross    All who gather here by grace draw near and bless    Your name       Were the whole realm of nature mine    That were an offering far too small    Love so amazing, so divine    Demands my soul, my life, my all