When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gains I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride
Forbid it Lord that I should boast save in the cross of Christ my God
All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to His blood
It should have been me I should have bled
I am redeemed He died instead
His sacrifice on Calvary it was His precious blood that set me free
It was His precious blood that set me free
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
It should have been me I should have bled
I am redeemed He died instead
His sacrifice on Calvary it was His precious blood that set me free
It was His precious blood that set me free
Were the whole realm of nature mine that were and off'ring far to small
Love so amazing so divine demands my soul my life my all
Demands my soul my life my all
