Testo di Wondrous Cross (When I Survey)

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 Forbid it Lord that I should boast Except in the death of Christ my God All the vain things that charm me most I'd lay them down for him alone? Oh what amazing grace What a gift of love That my debt was paid By His precious blood Where is my guilt, my shame I can't find them anymore Not when I survey The wondrous cross See from His head, His hands, His feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down How could such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown Oh what amazing grace What a gift of love That my debt was paid By His precious blood Where is my guilt, my shame I can't find them anymore Not when I survey The wondrous cross Not when I survey The wondrous cross Should all the world be somehow mine That's still an offering far too small? Love so amazing, so divine? Demands my soul, my life, my all Love so amazing, so divine? Demands my soul, my life, my all Oh what amazing grace What a gift of love That my debt was paid By His precious blood Where is my guilt, my shame I can't find them anymore Not when I survey The wondrous cross Oh what amazing grace What a gift of love That my debt was paid By His precious blood Where is my guilt, my shame I can't find them anymore Not when I survey The wondrous cross Not when I survey The wondrous cross Not when I survey The wondrous cross