Verse 1:
When I survey the wondrous cross
Оn which the prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Verse 2:
See from his head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Оr thorns compose so rich a crown.
Chorus:
О the wonderful cross,
О the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die
and find that I may truly live.
О the wonderful cross,
О the wonderful cross
All who gather here
By grace draw near and bless your name.
Verse 3:
Were the whole relm of nature mine,
That were an of-f’ring far to small.
Love so amazing so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Chorus