In The Cross of Christ I Glory by John Bowring (1792-1872)
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.
When the woes of life o’er-take me, Hopes deceive and fears annoy
Never shall the cross forsake me: Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
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.
Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that thru all time abide.