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Hymns and Tunes 1886 130

In the cross of Christ I glory

Words: John BowringMusic: Edwin BarnesTune: Shirley8s & 7s

1In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

2When 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.

3When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds new lustre to the day.

4Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

5In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

Also sung to
Rathbun (SDA Hymnal #237)
Meter
8s & 7s
Scripture
Galatians 6:14

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The verse

Meter
8.7.8.7 · as printed
Foot
trochaic (DUM-da) · 88% of beats fit
Rhyme
ABAB

Could also be sung to Birabus, Hinman, St Joseph, Stockwell, Wilmot · same meter and stresses; not printed with these words, so try it first.

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Verse 1

In the cross of Christ I glory,˘˘/˘/˘/˘8A
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;/˘/˘/˘/7B
All the light of sacred story/˘/˘/˘/˘8A
Gathers round its head sublime./˘/˘/˘/7B

Verse 2

When the woes of life o'ertake me,/˘/˘/???˘9A
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,/˘/˘/˘/7B
Never shall the cross forsake me:/˘˘˘/˘/˘8A
Lo! it glows with peace and joy./˘/˘/˘/7B

Verse 3

When the sun of bliss is beaming/˘/˘/˘/˘8A
Light and love upon my way,/˘/˘/˘/7B
From the cross the radiance streaming˘˘/˘/˘/˘8A
Adds new lustre to the day.///˘˘˘/7B

Verse 4

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,/˘/˘/˘/˘8A
By the cross are sanctified;˘˘/˘/˘˘7B
Peace is there, that knows no measure,/˘/˘/˘/˘8A
Joys that through all time abide./˘///˘/7C

Verse 5

In the cross of Christ I glory,˘˘/˘/˘/˘8A
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;/˘/˘/˘/7B
All the light of sacred story/˘/˘/˘/˘8A
Gathers round its head sublime./˘/˘/˘/7B

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.