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
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
All who gather here by grace draw near and bless
Your name
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
1a. Everyone has one, but not everyone carries it--Matthew 10:38
1b. Sometimes we need help carrying it--Matthew 27:32
2. Only room for one--Matthew 16:24
3. Worth more than worldly possessions and desires--Mark 10:21
4. It is the power of God--1 Corinthians 1:18
5. It is my glory--Galatians 6:14
