When I Survey The Wondrous Cross Chris Rice

[Verse 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

[Refrain]
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross

[Verse 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

[Refrain]
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross

[Verse 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?

[Refrain]
When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross