When I Survey the Wondrous Cross Songtext
von Maranatha!

1
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.


2
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.

3
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.


4
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.