1. Memandang palang raja ku Yang mati untuk dunia Ku rasa hancur congkak ku Dan harta hilang harganya. F3 Memandang Palang 1

2. Bri Tuhan, jangan 'ku megah Melainkan akan mati mu Ku persembahkan dunia, Dan untung-nya kepada mu. F3 Memandang Palang 2

3. Terpancar dari luka-nya, Belas kasihan tak terpri Belum pernah manusia, Melihat sayang sejernih. F3 Memandang Palang 3

4. Tidak terbalas kasih-nya, Yang seajiab kepada ku Tak persembahkan lain yang sah Melainkan segnap hati ku. F3 Memandang Palang 4

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 1. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 1

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 2. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 2

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 3. 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? F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 3

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 4. His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o’er His body on the tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 4

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 5. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 5

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 1. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 1

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 2. 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. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 2

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 3. 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? F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 3

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 4. His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o’er His body on the tree; Then I am dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 4

F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 5. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. F3 When I Survey the Wonderous Cross 5