O that my Saviour should die on a wooden cross

No other death could He die

If to purchase a salvation gloriously mine

Death from stones, fall from a cliff

O that my Jesus did not take

But through the midst for my sorry state

I will glory in the cross! One did say

And with him and countless others I now say

I will glory in the cross!


The cross, the cross, that’s where my Saviour died

For a worm, a sinner such as I

Not for Himself did He undertake

To make at such a high stake

A people that would take the kingdom

And when it’s done

To see Jesus, whose hands, feet and side

Pierced on a wooden cross

That’s how He died.


Written: 1997

Author: Owen Clarke