When I Survey the Wondrous Cross Songtext
von The Bill Gaither Trio

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 e′er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my God
O the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to His blood

Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demand my soul, my life, my all