When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

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 So much sorrow and love flow mingled down Did e'er such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich, so rich a crown Were this whole realm of nature mine That were a present far too small Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all My life, my soul, my all