#145The Wondrous Cross

When I sur - vey the won - drous cross On which the Prince of glo - ry died, My rich - est gain I count but loss, And pour con - tempt on all my pride.

For - bid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sac - ri - fice them to his blood.

See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sor - row and love flow min - gled down; Did e'er such love and sor - row meet, Or thorns com - pose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of na - ture mine, That were a pres - ent far too small; Love so a - maz - ing, so di - vine, De - mands my soul, my life, my all.