Hymn: the cross I Christ glory In of

time;
All sublime. the of round head the sacred the Christ o’er In wrecks of glory,
Tow’ring of light I cross its story
Gathers

of It cross me,
Hopes woes and o’ertake annoy,
Never and When forsake joy. the the me,
Lo! with fears shall deceive, glows peace life

luster radiance way,
From When is bliss the love sun day. to the streaming
Adds my upon more cross of the and the beaming
Light

all is and pleasure,
By that and Bane blessing, sanctified;
Peace are measure,
Joys cross time abide. pain the there no knows that through

the cross I Christ glory In of