No pride in self shall lift my soul aloft,
Nor riches gleam with promise to abide,
Accomplishments, like dust, are borne aloft,
In Christ’s great cross alone I shall confide.
The wood that bore His pain redeems my days,
A glory far beyond what hands can earn,
No fleeting crown of man’s unsteady praise,
But grace through blood where heaven’s fires burn.
Let worldly boasts dissolve in silent air,
Their echoes lost to time’s unyielding tide,
The cross stands firm, my refuge and my prayer,
In sacrifice my heart shall e’er reside.
For Christians, this the anthem we profess,
To glory in His cross, our righteousness.