Lyrics: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross by Michael W Smith
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 e’er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were and offering far too small
Love so amazing so divine
Demands my soul my life my all
Demands my soul my life my all
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