I boast not of works
or tell of good deeds
For naught have I done
to merit his grace
Oh glory and praise
shall rest upon him
Though willin'
to die in my place
I will glory in the cross
In the cross
Lest his sufferin'
all be in vain
I will weep no more
for the cross that he bore
But I will glory in the cross
My trophies and crown
My robe stained with sin
'Twas all that I had
to lay at his feet
Unworthy to eat
from the table of life
Until his love made
provision for me
I will glory in the cross
In the cross
Lest his sufferin'
all be in vain
I will weep no more
for the cross that he bore
But I will glory in the cross
I will weep no more
for the cross that he bore
But I will glory in the cross
Hallelujah
I will glory in the cross