The Wonderful Cross

[1]

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.

[2]

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 thatImay truly live.

O the wonderful cross,O the wonderful cross

All who gather here by grace drawnearand bless Your Name.

[3]

Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were an off\'ring far too small;

Love so amazing so divine,

Demands my soul,my life,my all.