E     A                     E
When I survey the wondrous cross
                   C#m       A           B
On which the Prince of glory died,
                 E         A          C#m      A
My richest gain I count as loss,
               E              A               E
And pour contempt on all my pride.

               E      A                     E
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
                 C#m         A              B
Save in the death of Christ, my God!
                  E         A                   C#m        A
All the vain things that charm me most,
         E    A                  E
I sacrifice them to His blood.

A E     A E         A B C#m  A B E
Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus,       Jesus

                    E         A                        E
See from his head, His hands, His feet,
                 C#m  A                     B
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
                      E      A              C#m      A
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
                      E       A               E
Or thorns compose so rich a crown.

                           E      A               E
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
                  C#m  A        B
That were a gift far too small.
                E   A      C#m      A
Love so amazing so divine,
                       E     A                 E
Demands my soul, my life, my all.