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VERSE 1:
DWhen I survey the Gwondrous Dcross DOn which the GPrince of Dglory Adied, DMy richest gain I Gcount but Dloss, DAnd pour conAtempt on all my Dpride.
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? ®::
Oh the Awonderful DCross, oh the Awonderful DCross Bids me Gcome and die and Dfind that I may Atruly live Oh the Awonderful DCross, oh the Awonderful DCross All who Ggather here by Dgrace draw near And Abless 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!