| Song | In The Cross Of Christ I Glory |
| Content Description | In the Cross of Christ I Glory lyrics is a timeless Christian hymn that exalts the power, beauty, and victory of the cross of Jesus Christ. This worship song reflects on the central message of Christianity—salvation through Christ’s sacrifice at Calvary. It encourages believers to find hope, strength, and peace in the cross, even in times of suffering and trials. Often sung during Lent, Holy Week, and communion services, the hymn inspires deep reverence and gratitude for God’s redeeming love revealed through Jesus. |
| Album | Passiontide Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Kathleen Shea Vick |
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| Tags | Hymn, Holy Week, Good Friday, Easter, Cross, Worship, Traditional Hymn |
| Theme(s) | Cross of Christ, salvation, victory, redemption, worship, hope |
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In The Cross Of Christ I Glory. Dark, A World That Once Did Shine.
Cross, Thy Light, Thy Proclamation: “Jacob’s Chosen Race Is Mine!”
All That God The Father Giveth Unto Jesus Christ The Son.
Death And Hell For Each Is Vanquished. Life For Each His Own Is Won.
All This Empty World Has To Offer Staggers At The Saviour’s Claim:
I AM Come To Save My People. Jesus Christ Shall Be My Name.
Dying Ones, A Dying Saviour Came To Conquer Death For Thee.
At The Cross, Your Sin Laid Upon Him; In His Death, Your Soul Is Set Free.
Once, The Love Of This World Could Sway Me. I, With Dying Thieves, Agreed:
“Washed In Blood! Ridiculous Notion! Jesus? None But Fools Believe!”
Came The Day, He Found Me Dying. Death And Hell Awaited Me.
Like The Thief, I Cried To The Saviour, “Wash Me! Lord! Have Mercy On Me!”
Grace Bestowed, My Soul Enlightened. My Redeemer Took My Place.
All My Sin And All My Transgression, At The Cross Is All Erased.
Glorious Cross! O Glorious Saviour! Crucified, The World To Me.
Now, My Heart Delights To Consider: Christ Is All The World To Me.
Bread Of Life, In Thy Body, Broken, Is A Taste Of Love Divine.
Lamb Of God, Thy Blood, An Offering: My Soul Drinks The Finest Wine.
All The Dainties Sin Could Offer, Lure No Longer, Nor Entreat.
At The Cross, My Soul Is Found Feasting: Fare, No Worldly Ones Can Eat.
