When I survey the wondrous cross (When I Survey)    

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.

2) 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?

3) Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Ref.: I thank You for the cross, I thank You for the cross,
I thank You for the cross, my Lord.
I love You for the cross, I love You for the cross,
I love You for the cross, my Lord. (2x)