When I Survey The Woundrous Cross
Verse 1 D G D When I survey the wondrous cross D G D A On which the prince of glory died, D G D My richest gain I count but loss, D A A7 D And pour contempt on all my pride. Verse 2 D G D Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, D G D A Save in the death of Christ my God! D G D All the vain things that charm me most, D A A7 D I sacrifice them to His blood. Verse 2 D G D See from his head, His hands, His feet, D G D A Sorrow and love flow mingled down. D G D Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, D A A7 D Or thorns compose so rich a crown. Verse 4 D G D Were the whole relm of nature mine, D G D A That were an of-f'ring far to small. D G D Love so amazing so divine, D A A7 D Demands my soul, my life, my all.