| 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 e’er such love and sorrow meet
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| Or thorns compose so rich a crown
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| Jesus saves sinners by His grace
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| By His grace
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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
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| Jesus saves sinners by His grace
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| By His grace
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| Jesus saves sinners by His grace
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| By His grace
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| See the flowing scarlet flood
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| Breath of life with emptied veins
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| See it washing over us
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| King of kings for sinners slain
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| See His glory and His might
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| Oh, the power of His blood
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| See His reigning, lifted high
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| Oh, the wonder of His love
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| Jesus saves sinners by His grace
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| By His grace
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| Jesus saves sinners by His grace
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| By His grace
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| 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 |