F C F Bb C F When I survey the wondrous cross F F C On which the Prince of glory died, F C F Bb C F My richest gain I count but loss, F C F F C F And pour contempt on all my pride. F C F Bb C F Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, F F C Save in the death of Christ my God: F C F Bb C F All the vain things that charm me most, F C F F C F I sacrifice them to his blood. F C F Bb C F See, from his head, his hands, his feet, F F C Sorrow and love flow mingled down: F C F Bb C F Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, F C F F C F Or thorns compose so rich a crown? F C F Bb C F Were the whole realm of nature mine, F F C That were a present far too small; F C F Bb C F Love so amazing, so divine, F C F F C F Demands my soul, my life, my all. Bb F (AMEN)
