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
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown
Jesus saves sinners by his grace
By his grace
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
See the flowing scarlet flood
Breath of life with emptied veins
See it washing over us
King of Kings for sinners slain
See his glory and his might
Oh, the power of his blood
See his reigning, lifted high
Oh, the wonder of his love