155   When I Survey the Wondrous 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?

[3]
Since I who was undone and lost
Have pardon through His name and word;
Forbid it then that I should boast
Save in the cross of Christ my Lord.

[4]
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing so divine
Demands my life my soul my all.