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.

Chorus:

Oh the wonderful cross! Oh the wonderful cross!
Bids me come and die, and find that I may truly live!
Oh the wonderful cross! Oh the wonderful cross!
All who gather here, by grace draw near and bless Your name!

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 the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small
Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.