Hymn – When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

( Chris Rice (2019) )

{ lyrics: Isaac Watts  (1707) }

F                C       F      Gm D7 Gm       F    C   F

When I      sur-    vey   the        won-    drous   cross, 

Forbid       it        Lord, that       I           should boast,

See, from His     head, His       hands, His       feet,

Were the  whole realm of         na-       ture      mine,

                      Bb       F  C7 F       C7 F  C

On which the Prince of     glo-     ry       died,

Save in the    death  of     Christ, my    God;

Sorrow and   love     flow min-    gled   down;

That were a   pres-   ent  far       too     small:

F            C     F       Gm D7 Gm F C F        

My rich- est   gain    I      count but  loss,  

All the   vain  things that charm me most, 

Did e'er such love   and sor-     row meet, 

Love so a-     maz-  ing, so       di-   vine,  

                             C7     Dm  Bb C7  F

and pour    contempt on     all my pride.

I     sac-     ri-   fice    them to His blood.

or  thorns  compose so      rich a crown?

de- mands my soul,  my    life, my all.