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When I Survey
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When I Survey
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.
Thank you for the cross.
Jesus, thank you for the cross.
Oh, thank you for the cross
On which you died.
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.
Thank you for the cross.
Jesus, thank you for the cross.
Oh, thank you for the cross
On which you died.
(Repeat)
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died.
Copyright © 2002 Allen House Productions / ASCAP. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
Published by Worship Today Music Service
1 866-859-7622
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