Whence Glory?

Though I attain great learning

And many tongues can speak,

I’ve mastered all philosophies

And still new concepts seek…


Though I, a first class artist

Get all the world’s acclaim;

I craft the greatest sculptures,

Each painting brings me fame…


Though a king or ruler

Have pow’r ne’er known before;

My word is law, my strength supreme,

Extolled the whole world o’er…


Though I, a scientist renowned

Can mankind’s force expand;

By touching one small button

Can reconstruct the land…


Though I the world should conquer,

Yea, every battle win;

Though all men bow before me:

There’s nothing there… but sin.


The only source of glory,

My only boast can be

The cross of my dear Savior

Who shed His blood for me.