Lyrics The Wondrous Cross Medley ("When I Survey The Wondrous Cross," "The Healer," & "The Old Rugged Cross" - Greater Vision

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.

He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
Surely, He bore our sorrows,
And by His stripes, we are healed.

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?

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
'Til my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.

The wondrous cross!