In the Cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the Cross forsake me; Lo, it glows with peace and joy. When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the Cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the Cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. In the Cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time: All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHING SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE THREE FISHERS by CHARLES KINGSLEY TO SCIENCE; SONNET by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE DARK FOREST by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 69. AL-MAKUTADIR by EDWIN ARNOLD EVENING MUSIC by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |