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 Oh, the wonderful cross Oh, the wonderful cross Bids me come and die And find that I may truly live 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 Oh, the wonderful cross Oh, the wonderful cross Bids me come and die And find that I may truly live Oh, the wonderful cross Oh, the wonderful cross All who gather here By grace draw near and bless Your name Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.