The Cross My Boast

Verse 1

What on earth have I to boast of? Why are gifts so glorious mine? God and heav’n am I the heir of; Why dos Thou, Lord, claim me Thine?

Chorus

Jesus hung on Calv’ry’s mountain, Cried and groaned, and bled for me, And from out the cleansing fountain Poured the stream that sets me free.

Verse 2

Jesus died, the God life bringing; Jesus wept, my tears to stay; Jesus groaned to give me singing; Bore the night to give me day.

Verse 3

He was poor to give me treasure; He was slave to make me king; He was hated without measure, Heaven’s love to me to bring.

Verse 4

Have I joy, ‘twas sorrow bought it; Have I pow’r, or grace, or love, Have I wealth, ‘twas Jesus brought it Down to me from heav’n above.

Verse 5

Hark! I hear ‘mid every pleasure, Sounds of Calvary’s mournful night, And behold by every treasure, Calvary’s cross appears in sight.

Verse 6

Where then, where is room for boasting, In the sight of Calvary’s cross; In the blood alone I’m trusting, Counting earthly things but loss.