| Song | When I Survey |
| Artist | Iona |
| Album | Journey Into The Morn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| Save in the death of Christ my Lord | |
| 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 mingled 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 offering far too small | |
| Love so amazing, so divine | |
| Demands my soul, my life, my all |
| 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 | |
| Save in the death of Christ my Lord | |
| 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 mingled 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 offering far too small | |
| Love so amazing, so divine | |
| Demands my soul, my life, my all |
| 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 | |
| Save in the death of Christ my Lord | |
| 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 mingled 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 offering far too small | |
| Love so amazing, so divine | |
| Demands my soul, my life, my all |