D G D
When I survey the wondrous cross
G D A
On which the Prince of Glory died
D G D
My richest gain I count but loss
A Em A D
And pour contempt on all my pride
D G D
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
G D A
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
D G D
All the vain things that charm me most,
A Em A D
I sacrifice them to His blood.
D G D
See from His head, His hands, His feet
G D A
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
D G D
Did ever such love and sorrow meet
A Em A D
Or thorns compose so rich a crown
D G D
Were the whole realm of nature mine
G D A
That were an offering far too small
D G D
Love so amazing, so divine
A Em A D
Demands my soul, my life, my all