4/4 |
D | A | D | Em | B7 | Em | D | A | D | |
When I s | urv | ey | the | w | ondr | ou | s | cross |
G | D | D | A7 | D | A | |
On which the | Prince | of | Glo | ry | d | ied, |
D | A | D | Em | B7 | Em | D | A | D | |
My riche | st g | ain | I | c | ount | bu | t | loss, |
A | Bm | Em | A7 | D | |
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 |
C | D | C | A7 | Dm | G7 | C | |
When I | sur | vey | the | wondro | us c | ross |
F | C | G7 | |
On which the | Prince | of Glory | died, |
C | G7 | C | A7 | Dm | G7 | C | |
My riche | st | gain | I c | ount | but | loss, |
G7 | Am | F | G7 | C | |
And pour con | tempt | on | all | my | pride. |