Religion
In the Cross of Christ I Glory
From The Home Book of Verse, ed. Burton Egbert Stevenson (1918)
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 grows 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 luster 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.
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MLA
Bowring, John. “In the Cross of Christ I Glory.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bowring/6/.
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Bowring, John. “In the Cross of Christ I Glory.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bowring/6/.
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