In the Cross of Christ I glory. (Wychbold)

Text by John Bowring, 1825.
There is a sto­ry (prob­ab­ly apo­cryph­al) about the in­spir­a­tion for these words. The tra­di­tion is that Bow­ring was sail­ing past the coast of Ma­cao, Chi­na. On the shore were the re­mains of an old, fire gut­ted church. Above the ru­ins, he saw the church’s cross still stand­ing. The ti­tle of this hymn was carved on Bow­ring’s tomb­stone.

Tune Wychbold by Walter Granville Whinfield.
Whinfield was ed­u­cat­ed at Mag­da­len Coll­ege, Ox­ford (BA 1889, BMus 1890). He was or­dained a dea­con in 1890, and priest in 1891. He served as Cur­ate of West Hack­ney (1890); East­bourne (1891); and Broms­grove, Wor­ces­ter­shire (1898); and found­er and first Vi­car of the par­ish of Dod­ford (near Bromsg­rove).


There is no introductory verse.

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 glows 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.