919    L.M.     T. Kelly
“God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross.” Gal. 6. 14

1 We sing the praise of him who died,
  Of him who died upon the cross;
  The sinner’s Hope let men deride;
  For this we count the world but dross.

2 The cross, it takes our guilt away;
  It holds the fainting spirit up;
  It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
  And sweetens every bitter cup.

3 It makes the coward spirit brave,
  And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
  It takes its terror from the grave,
  And gilds the bed of death with light.

4 The balm of life, the cure of woe;
  The measure and the pledge of love;
  The sinner’s refuge here below;
  The angel’s theme in heaven above.