O, The Wonderful Cross!


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?

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

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.

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

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.

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

-Isaac Watts, Chris Tomlin

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