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
Except in the death of Christ my God
All the vain things that charm me most
I'd lay them down for him alone?

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

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

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

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

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

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
Not when I survey
The wondrous cross