When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

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

Behold His hands, His head, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e'er such love or sorrow meet
Or thorns compose, so rich a crown

Holy, Holy, Holy, the angels said
The Savior's blood was shed for our sin

Were the whole realm of nature mine
That'd be a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Shall have my life, my soul, my all

Holy, Holy, Holy, the angels said
The Savior's blood was shed for our sin

Consider the Lord, enduring the shame
His love held Him there, as He bore our sin
Forsaken of God, but forgiveness for man
Oh, sin has been slain, by the Holy Lamb

Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lamb, Holy
The angels said, the Savior's blood was shed
For our sin