E A E
When I survey the
wondrous cross
A E
B7
On which the Prince
of glory died
E A E
C#m
My richest gain I
count but loss
A E F#m E
And pour contempt on
all my pride
E A E
Forbid it, Lord,
that I should boast
A E B7
Save in the death of
Christ, my God
E A E
C#m
All the vain things
that charm me most
A E F#m E
I sacrifice them to
His blood
E
A E
See, from His head,
His hands, His feet
A E B7
Sorrow and love flow
mingled down
E A E
C#m
Did ever such love
and sorrow meet
A E F#m E
Or thorns compose so
rich a crown
E
A E
Were the whole realm
of nature mine
A E B7
That were a present
far too small
E A E C#m
Love so amazing, so
divine
A E F#m E
Demands my soul, my
life, my all
My all, my all
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