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 Behold His hands, His head, His feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did e'er such love or sorrow meet Or thorns compose, so rich a crown Holy, Holy, Holy, the angels said The Savior's blood was shed for our sin Were the whole realm of nature mine That'd be a present far too small Love so amazing, so divine Shall have my life, my soul, my all Holy, Holy, Holy, the angels said The Savior's blood was shed for our sin Consider the Lord, enduring the shame His love held Him there, as He bore our sin Forsaken of God, but forgiveness for man Oh, sin has been slain, by the Holy Lamb Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lamb, Holy The angels said, the Savior's blood was shed For our sin