Gaither Vocal Band
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
When I survey the wondrous crossOn which the Prince of Glory diedMy richest gain I count but lossAnd pour contempt on all my prideSee from His head, His hands, His feetSo much sorrow and love flow mingled downDid e'er such love and sorrow meetOr thorns compose so rich, so rich a crownWere this whole realm of nature mineThat were a present far too smallLove so amazing, so divineDemands my soul, my life, my allMy life, my soul, my all
From Letras Mania