When I survey the wondrous Cross By the Prince of Glory died My richest gain I count but loss And pour contempt on all my pride
See from his head, hands, feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down No such love and sorrow ever meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown
Cross, O wonderful, wonderful Cross Bids me come and die and I have found that truly live Cross, O wonderful, wonderful Cross All who gather here by grace draw near and bless your name
The whole realm of nature mine And that the progress so far is very small Love is very amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, all my
Cross, O wonderful, wonderful Cross Bids me come and die and I have found that truly live Cross, O wonderful, wonderful Cross All who gather here by grace draw near and bless your name.
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