When I Survey - Tim Hughes

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 ever such love and sorrow meet

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

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

Thanks you for the cross, i thanks you for the cross, i thanks 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