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.

FORBID IT, LORD THAT I SHOULD BOAST,
SAVE  IN THE DEATH OF CHRIST , MY GOD;
ALL  THE  VAIN THINGS  THAT CHARM ME MOST,
I SACRIFICE THEM TO HIS BLOOD.

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.