I boast not of works or tell of good deeds For naught have I done to merit His grace All glory and praise shall rest upon Him So willing to die in my place
Chorus: 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
My trophies and crowns, my robe stained with sin Twas all that I had to lay at His feet Unworthy to eat from the table of Life Till Love made provision for me
