In shadows deep, when hope seems lost,
my soul finds solace at the cross.
The world's allure, its glitz and gloss,
fade into naught before the cross.
All my guilt, my shame, my wrong,
are swallowed up by the cross's song.
Oh, the depth, the width, the breadth!
The love of Christ that conquered death!
Lifted high, for all to see,
is Christ's grand love upon that tree.
Oh, what love! Oh, what cost!
That Christ should bleed upon the cross.
Seek no more for earthly gain;
but the cross, where Love was slain
In Christ's deep wounds, my soul will see,
His vast expanse of love for me.