1 What on earth have I to boast of?
Why are gifts so glorious mine?
God and heav’n am I the heir of;
Why dos Thou, Lord, claim me Thine?

Refrain:
Jesus hung on Calv’ry’s mountain,
Cried and groaned, and bled for me,
And from out the cleansing fountain
Poured the stream that sets me free.

2 Jesus died, the God life bringing;
Jesus wept, my tears to stay;
Jesus groaned to give me singing;
Bore the night to give me day. [Refrain]

3 He was poor to give me treasure;
He was slave to make me king;
He was hated without measure,
Heaven’s love to me to bring. [Refrain]

4 Have I joy, ‘twas sorrow bought it;
Have I pow’r, or grace, or love,
Have I wealth, ‘twas Jesus brought it
Down to me from heav’n above. [Refrain]

5 Hark! I hear ‘mid every pleasure,
Sounds of Calvary’s mournful night,
And behold by every treasure,
Calvary’s cross appears in sight. [Refrain]

6 Where then, where is room for boasting,
In the sight of Calvary’s cross;
In the blood alone I’m trusting,
Counting earthly things but loss. [Refrain]