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

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 hey

Singing thank You for the cross

I thank You for the cross

I thank You for the cross my Lord

I love You for the cross

I love You for the cross

I love You for the cross my Lord

Thank You for the cross

I thank You for the cross

I thank You for the cross my Lord

I love You for the cross

I love You for the cross

I love You for the cross my Lord yeah oh whoa

Thank You for the cross oh yeah oh yeah