[V1]
D2
When I survey the wonderous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
[V2]
D2
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.
[V3]
D2
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?
[V4]
D2
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were a present far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.
[C]
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Oh the wonderful Cross, Oh the wonderful Cross
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Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live||
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Oh the wonderful Cross, Oh the Wonderful Cross
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All who gather here by grace draw near and bless your name
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