- Chris Tomlin & Matt Redman
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
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
(chorus)
Oh the wonderful cross
Oh the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die and find
That I may truly live
Oh the wanderful cross
Oh the wanderful cross
All who gather here
By grace draw near
And bless Your name
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
