Chris Tomlin – The Wonderful Cross (Ukulele)

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When I survey the wondrous cross

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On which the prince of glory died

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My richest gain I count but loss

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And pour contempt on all my pride

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See from his head His hands His feet

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Sorrow and love flow mingled down

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Did e'er such love and sorrow meet

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Or thorns compose so rich a crown

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O the wonderful cross

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O the wonderful cross

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Bids me come and die

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and find that I may truly live

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O the wonderful cross

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O the wonderful cross

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All who gather here

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By grace draw near and bless your name

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Were the whole relm of nature mine

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That were an of-f'ring far to small

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Love so amazing so divine

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Demands my soul my life my all