| When I survey the wondrous cross
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| On which the Prince of Glory died
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| My richest gain I count but loss
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| And pour contempt on all my pride
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| See from his head, his hands, his feet
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| Sorrow and love flow mingled down
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| Did ever such love and sorrow meet
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| Or thorns compose so rich a crown
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| O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
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| Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
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| O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
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| All who gather here by grace draw near and bless
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| Your name
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| Were the whole realm of nature mine
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| That were an offering far too small
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| Love so amazing, so divine
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| Demands my soul, my life, my all |