When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

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

See from His head, His hands, His feet

So much sorrow and love flow mingled down

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet

Or thorns compose so rich, so rich a crown

Were this whole realm of nature mine

That were a present far too small

Love so amazing, so divine

Demands my soul, my life, my all

My life, my soul, my all