(D)When I sur vey the won drous cross

on which the Prince of Glo ry died,

my rich est gain I count but loss,

and pour con tempt on all my pride.

(D)See from His head, His hands, His feet,

sor row and love flow min gled down.

Did e’er such love and sor row meet,

or thorns com pose so rich a pride.

crown?

O the (G)won der ful cross,

O the (G)won der ful cross bids me come and die and find that I may tru ly live.

O the (G)won der ful cross,

O the (G)won der ful cross; all who gath er here by grace draw near and bless Your name.