Misc Praise Songs - When i survey the wondrous cross

When I s^Durvey the wo^Gndrous cr^Doss ^DOn whi^Ach the ^Bmprince^G of glory ^Adied, ^DMy richest gain^G I count but l^Bmoss, ^G And pour c^Dontempt^Em on ^A7all my ^Dpride.

Forbid it, L^Dord, ^Gthat I should b^Doast, ^DSave i^An the d^Bmeath o^Gf Christ m^Ay God! ^DAll the vain th^Gings that char^Bmm me ^Gmost, ^DI sacri^Bmfice them t^A7o His b^Dlood.

See from his hea^Dd, Hi^Gs hands, His fe^Det, ^DSorrow^A and lo^Bmve flo^Gw mingled ^Adown. ^DDid e’er such l^Gove and sorrow^Bm meet^G, Or^D thorns^Em com^A7pose so rich a c^Drown.

Were the whole r^Deal^Gm of nature ^Dmine, ^DThat w^Aere an ^Bmof-f’ring f^Gar to sma^All. Love so am^Dazi^Gng so d^Bmivine^G, Demands my ^Dsoul, my l^Emife,^A7 my al^Dl.

Were the whole Re^Dalm^G of Nature m^Dine, ^DThat w^Aere a Pr^Bmesent f^Gar too sm^Aall; Love so a^Dmazing, ^Gso divin^Bme, Demands my S^Doul, my L^Emife, ^A7my All^D. Love so a^Dmazing, ^Gso divin^Bme, Demands my S^Doul, my L^Emife, ^A7my All^D.