English poem
Christian Songs, Song XLVI
by John Glas (1809–1894)
While others glory in their wealth, Their wisdom and their might: O! let the cross of Christ be still Our glory and delight.
2 The wisdom, wealth, and might of man, All perish like to dross; But everlasting fulness flows To sinners from the cross.
3 The wisdom, and the power of God To save, doth shine therein; In Jesus' cross we see how God Can justly pardon sin.
4 How guilty rebels such as we May, after all, find grace; May still be reconcil'd to God, And see his face in peace.
5 Thro' Jesus crucify'd for sin, God smiling doth appear On guilty man,—his precious blood Doth bring the vilest near.
6 It blotteth out the various guilt Of all for whom he dy'd; There's balm for ev'ry wounded soul In Jesus crucify'd.
7 Then what tho' worldly men the cross, The plain, bare cross despise; And what tho' all who trust in it Seem little in their eyes?
8 Let us, in face of all contempt, Of all reproach and shame, In Jesus' cross still make our boast, And triumph in his name:
9 In view of his great love, let us For him count all things loss; And far let ev'ry glorying be Save only in his cross.