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
See from His head, His hands, His feet
So much sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich, so rich a crown
Were this whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all
My life, my soul, my all
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
See from His head, His hands, His feet
So much sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich, so rich a crown
Were this whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all
My life, my soul, my all
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Copyright ©Distrokid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol Cmg Publishing, Integrity Music, Warner Chappell Music
WriterNorman J. Clayton, Isaac Watts
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedFebruary 6th, 2010
Last updatedMarch 5th, 2022
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