The Cross of Christ

In the cross of Christ I rest

In His blood and nothing less

Washed in red to become white

By His blood I'm justified

To the cross of Christ I look

To the One who God forsook

There alone I rest my plea

That His blood was shed for me

Oh, it's an anchor for my soul

Oh, in the cross is all my hope

Glory to the King

Praise to Him we sing, we sing, we sing

To the cross of Christ I run

When by guilt I'm overcome

Trusting in His finished work

That on Him my sins were put

On the cross of Christ I died

With Him I was crucified

So in Him I will be raised

Saved from judgment on that day

Oh, it's an anchor for my soul

Oh, in the cross is all my hope

Glory to the King

Praise to Him we sing, we sing, we sing

On the cross of Christ I stand

None can take me from His hand

Chosen, called and justified

One day to be glorified

For the cross of Christ I give

All for which I have to live

To my death, Lord, I would go

To walk on this blood-stained road

Oh, it's an anchor for my soul

Oh, in the cross is all my hope

Glory to the King

Praise to Him we sing, we sing, we sing