When I Survey the Wondrous Cross Misc. Gospel
[G]When I s[D]urv[G]ey [Am]the[E7] w[Am]ondr[G]ou[D]s [G]cross
On which the [C]Prince [G]of [G]Glo[D7]ry [G] d[D]ied,
[G]My riche[D]st g[G]ain[Am] I [E7] c[Am]ount [G]bu[D]t [G]loss,
And pour conte[D]mpt [Em]on [Am]all [D7]my p[G]ride.
Forbid it Lord that I should boast,
Save in the death or Christ my God.
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingling down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an off'ring far too small.
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
[F]When I [G]sur[F]vey [D7]the [Gm]wondro[C7]us c[F]ross
On which the [Bb]Prince [F]of Glory [C7]died,
[F]My riche[C7]st [F]gain [D7]I c[Gm]ount [C7]but [F]loss,
And pour con[C7]tempt [Dm]on [Bb]all [C7]my [F]pride.