^GWhen I survey the ^Cwondrous ^Gcross ^GOn which the ^Cprince of ^Gglory ^Ddied, ^GMy richest gain I ^Ccount but ^Gloss, ^GAnd pour ^Emcontempt on a^D7ll my p^Gride.

^GSee from his head,^C His hand^Gs, His feet, ^GSorrow and lo^Cve flow mi^Gngled ^Ddown. ^GDid e’er such love^C and sorro^Gw meet, ^GOr thorns^Em compose so r^D7ich a c^Grown.

^GThey laid him in a^C brand ne^Gw tomb, ^GThey placed h^Cim there f^Gor ete^Drnity ^GThe mood was thick an^Cd filled^G with gloom ^GThe cross^Em, the tomb, h^D7is fate^G for me.

^GNow I survey the e^Cmpty t^Gomb ^GWhere they had ^Cleft my f^Gallen ^DGod ^GAfter three days, my ^CSavior l^Gives ^GHe lives and r^Emeigns and ^D7I stand in a^Gwe.