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