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