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
Forbid it Lord that I should boast
Save in the cross of Christ my God
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to his blood
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?
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so Divine
Demands my heart, my life, my all
Worthy of it all
Jesus have it all
Worthy of it all
Jesus have it all
Jesus havе it all
Jesus have it all
Jesus havе it all
Jesus have it all
Jesus have it all
Jesus have it all
Jesus have it all
Love so amazing, so Divine
Demands my heart, my life, my all
Love so amazing, so Divine
Demands my heart, my life, my all
