^EmWhen I survey the wondro^Amus cross ^{Em Em}On which the^Am prince of ^Emglory die^Bmd, ^EmMy richest gain I count ^Ambut loss^Em, ^EmAnd pour co^Cntempt on a^Bmll my p^Emride.

^EmForbid it, Lord, that I ^Amshould boast^Em, ^EmSave in the ^Amdeath of Ch^Emrist my G^Bmod! ^EmAll the vain things that^Am charm m^Eme most, ^EmI sacrifice^C them to Hi^Bms blood^Em.

^EmSee from his head, His h^Amands, His fe^Emet, ^EmSorrow and l^Amove flow mi^Emngled dow^Bmn. ^EmDid e’er such love and s^Amorrow me^Emet, ^EmOr thorns c^Compose so r^Bmich a c^Emrown.

^EmWere the whole relm of n^Amature mine, ^{Em Em}That were an^Am of-f’ring ^Emfar to sm^Bmall. ^EmLove so amazing so divin^Ame, ^{Em Em}Demands my ^Csoul, my li^Bmfe, my ^Emall.