Chris Rice

When I Survey The Wondrous 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 When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross 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 When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross 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? When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross Were the whole realm of nature mine That were a present far too small Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all SongtexteWhen I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross When I survey, when I survey the wondrous cross Aus Songtexte Mania