| 4/4 |
| A | E | A | Bm | F#7 | Bm | A | E | A | |
| When I s | urv | ey | the | w | ondr | ou | s | cross |
| D | A | A | E7 | A | E | |
| On which the | Prince | of | Glo | ry | d | ied, |
| A | E | A | Bm | F#7 | Bm | A | E | A | |
| My riche | st g | ain | I | c | ount | bu | t | loss, |
| E | F#m | Bm | E7 | A | |
| And pour conte | mpt | on | all | my p | ride. |
| Forbid it Lord that I should boast, |
| Save in the death or 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 mingling 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 off'ring far too small. |
| Love so amazing, so divine, |
| Demands my soul, my life, my all. |
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| Alternative arrangement |
| When I Survey the Wondrous Cross |
| G | A | G | E7 | Am | D7 | G | |
| When I | sur | vey | the | wondro | us c | ross |
| C | G | D7 | |
| On which the | Prince | of Glory | died, |
| G | D7 | G | E7 | Am | D7 | G | |
| My riche | st | gain | I c | ount | but | loss, |
| D7 | Em | C | D7 | G | |
| And pour con | tempt | on | all | my | pride. |