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, safe in the depth 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 ere such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown Key change Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering far too small Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, demands my soul, love demands my soul My life my all.