VERSE 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.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did eer such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

CHORUS:
       Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross
        Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
Oh the wonderful cross, oh the wonderful cross
        All who gather here by grace draw nearAnd bless Your name

VERSE 2:
Were the whole realm of Nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all! 

(VERSE 3 - Not Performed)
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.