1 In the cross of Christ I glory,
  
towering o'er the wrecks of time;
  
all the light of sacred story
  
gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
  
hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
  
never shall the cross forsake me.
  
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
  
light and love upon my way,
  
from the cross the radiance streaming
  
adds more luster to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
  
by the cross are sanctified;
  
peace is there that knows no measure,
  
joys that through all time abide.
5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
  
towering o'er the wrecks of time;
  
all the light of sacred story
  
gathers round its head sublime.
                        
  John Bowring
                          The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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