When I survey the wondrous cross
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On which the Prince of Glory died
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My richest gain I count but loss
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And pour contempt on all my pride
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See from his head, his hands, his feet
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Sorrow and love flow mingled down
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Did ever such love and sorrow meet
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Or thorns compose so rich a crown
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O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
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Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live
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O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
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All who gather here by grace draw near and bless
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Your name
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Were the whole realm of nature mine
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That were an offering far too small
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Love so amazing, so divine
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Demands my soul, my life, my all
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*from the album |The Noise We Make|*
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The Wonderful Cross (With Matt Redman)
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| Chris Tomlin |
