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

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

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

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

Love so amazing

So divine

Demands my soul

My life my all

My all