I boast not of works nor tell of good deeds For not have I done to merit His grace All glory and praise shall rest upon Him So willing to die in my place
So I will glory in the cross, in the cross Lest His suffering all be in vain And I will weep no more for the cross that He bore I will glory in the cross
My trophies and crowns, my robe stained with sin Was all that I had to lay at His feet Unworthy to eat at the table of life Till love made provision for me
I will glory in the cross, in the cross Lest His suffering all be in vain I will weep no more for the cross that He bore I will glory in the cross
In the cross, in the cross Be my glory ever
I will weep no more for the cross that He bore I will glory, I will glory, I will glory in the cross
