When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the prince of glory died,
My riches 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.
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.
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.
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.
