Wondrous Cross
Benjamin William HastingsC
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Verse 1 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 Verse 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Except in the death of Christ my God All the vain things that charm me most I’d lay them down for Him a lone Chorus 1 Oh what amazing grace What a gift of love That my debt was paid By His precious blood Where is my guilt, my shame? I can’t find them anymore Not when I survey The wondrous cross Verse 3 See from His head, His hands, His feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down How could such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown? Chorus 2 Oh what amazing grace What a gift of love That my debt was paid By His precious blood Where is my guilt, my shame? I can’t find them anymore Not when I survey The wondrous cross Not when I survey The wondrous cross Turnaround | ///| ///| ///| ///| Verse 4 Should all the world be somehow mine That’s still an offering far too small Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all Chorus 3 Oh what amazing grace What a gift of love That my debt was paid By His precious blood Where is my guilt, my shame? I can’t find them anymore Not when I survey The wondrous cross Chorus 4 Oh what amazing grace What a gift of love That my debt was paid By His precious blood Where is my guilt, my shame? I can’t find them any more Not when I survey The wondrous cross Not when I survey The wondrous cross Not when I survey The wondrous cross