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
Save in the death of Christ, my God
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to His blood
VERSE 3
See, from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
VERSE 4
Were all the realms of nature mine
That were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all
BRIDGE
I give my life, I give my all
To follow You, to follow You
