1
When we survey the wondrous cross
On which the Lord of glory died,
Our richest gain we count but loss,
And pour contempt on all our pride.
D
When we survey the
A
won
A7
drous
D
cross
On which the Lord of glory
A
died,
D
Our richest gain we
A
count
A7
but
D
loss,
And pour contempt on
A
all
A7
our
D
pride.
2
Our God forbid that we should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, our Lord;
All the vain things that charm us most,
We’d sacrifice them to His blood.
Our God forbid that we should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, our Lord;
All the vain things that charm us most,
We'd sacrifice them to His blood.
D
Our God forbid that
A
we
A7
should
D
boast,
Save in the death of Christ, our
A
Lord;
D
All the vain things that
A
charm
A7
us
D
most,
We'd sacrifice them
A
to
A7
His
D
blood.
3
There from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
There from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
D
There from His head, His
A
hands,
A7
His
D
feet,
Sorrow and love flowed mingled down;
D
Did e'er such love and
A A7
sorrow
D
meet,
Or thorns compose so
A
rich
A7
a
D
crown?
4
His dying crimson, from His head
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
To all the world then am I dead,
And all the world is dead to me.
His dying crimson, from His head
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
To all the world then am I dead,
And all the world is dead to me.
D
His dying crimson, from
A
His
A7
head
Spreads o'er His body on the
A
tree;
D
To all the world then
A
am
A7
I
D
dead,
And all the world is
A
dead
A7
to
D
me.
5
Were the whole realm of nature ours,
That were an offering far too small;
Love that transcends our highest pow’rs,
Demands our heart, our life, our all.
Were the whole realm of nature ours,
That were an offering far too small;
Love that transcends our highest pow'rs,
Demands our heart, our life, our all.
D
Were the whole realm of
A A7
nature
D
ours,
That were an offering far
A
too small;
D
Love that transcends our
A A7
highest
D
pow'rs,
Demands our heart, our
A
life,
A7
our
D
all.
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