1 To thy cross, dear Christ I'm clinging,
All my refuge and my plea;
Matchless is thy loving-kindness,
Else it had not stooped to me.
Oh, 'tis glory! oh, 'tis glory!
Oh, 'tis glory in my soul!
For I've touched the hem of his garment,
And his power doth make me whole.
2 Long my heart hath heard thee calling,
But I thrust aside thy grace;
Yet, O boundless condescension,
Love is shining from thy face.
3 Love eternal, light eternal,
Close me safely, sweetly in;
Saviour, let thy balm of healing,
Ever keep me free from sin.
|First Line:||To thy cross, dear Christ I'm clinging|
|Title:||Oh, 'tis Glory|
|Source:||From "Gems of Praise"|
|Refrain First Line:||Oh, 'tis glory! oh, 'tis glory!|