I Glory in the Cross of Christ (Eckstein)

The Christ who died and shed His blood

On Cal­va­ry’s cross my soul to save

Went in­to hell and there with­stood

Grim Sa­tan and the fear­some grave.

He snatched the keys of death and hell

And holds them now in migh­ty pow­er

And ev­ery saint who fought and fell

Shall rise and stand in that glad hour.

On Cal­va­ry’s mount I laid my sin;

The cleans­ing blood poured out

like balm

And now I car­ry peace with­in

And wait the grave with per­fect calm.

Or

if He comes be­fore I die

I know I’ll see His glo­ri­ous face;

And

in His like­ness I shall cry

All hail to Christ’s aton­ing grace.