When I Survey Songtext
von David R. Evans

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

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


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

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
Love so amazing
So divine
Demands my soul
My life my all