Chris Tomlin

VERSE 1:
^D When I survey the ^G wondrous ^D cross
^D On which the ^G Prince of ^D glory ^A died,
^D My richest gain I ^G count but ^D loss,
^D And pour con ^A tempt on all my ^D pride.

VERSE 2:
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?

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Oh the ^A wonderful ^D Cross, oh the ^A wonderful ^D Cross
Bids me ^G come and die and ^D find that I may ^A truly live
Oh the ^A wonderful ^D Cross, oh the ^A wonderful ^D Cross
All who ^G gather here by ^D grace draw near
And ^A bless Your name

VERSE 3:
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!