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When I Survey
Verse 1
D
When I survey the
G
wondrous
D
cross
On which the
G
Prince of
D
Glory
A
died
D
My richest gain I
G
count but
D
loss
And pour cont
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empt
Em
on all
A
my
D
pride
Verse 2
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Forbid it, Lord,
G
that I should
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boast,
Save in the
G
death of
D
Christ, my
A
God;
D
All the vain things
G
that charm me
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most,
I sacrifice
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them
Em
to
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His
D
blood.
Verse 3
D
See from His head, His
G
hands,
Hi
D
s
feet
Sorrow and lo
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ve flow mi
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ngled
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down
D
Did ever such love
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and
sorro
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w
meet
Or thorns com
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pose so ri
Em
ch a
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cro
D
wn
Verse 4
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Were the whole realm of
G
nature
mi
D
ne
That were an
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offering far
D
too
sm
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all
D
Love so amazing,
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so
d
D
ivine
Demands my so
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ul, my l
Em
ife,
m
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y
a
D
ll