Chris Rice — When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

[Verse 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 [Refrain] When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross [Verse 2] 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 [Refrain] When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross [Verse 3] 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? [Refrain] When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross [Verse 4] 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 [Refrain] When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross