| Song | When I Survey The Wonderous Cross |
| Artist | Bill & Gloria Gaither |
| Album | Rock Of Ages |
| 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 God! | |
| 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 a present 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 God! | |
| 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 a present far too small | |
| Love so amazing, so divine, | |
| Demands my soul, my life, my all. |