Another Look at the Cross

There’s a voice I hear

and it calls me near

To the Sav­ior’s bleed­ing side;

And it says to me

You may now be free

If you plunge be­neath the crim­son tide.

O

I’ll take an­oth­er look at the cross of Cal­va­ry

For sure­ly He can cleanse by the pre­cious blood;

There is pur­ity and pow­er

There is vic­to­ry ev­ery hour

When we’re liv­ing ’neath the smile of God.

There is One above

look­ing down in love

On a world deep sunk in sin;

And I hear Him call

To His child­ren all:

Who will go and bring the lost ones in?

There’s a hand stretched out un­to souls in doubt

And it saves from sin and woe;

In His riv­en side

Is a fount­ain wide

Where the vil­est of the vile may go.

O the bit­ter cries

and the long­ing eyes

That we dai­ly hear and see;

For our love they plead

And our help they need;

Shall we sav­iors of the lost ones be?

O the joy to stand on the gold­en strand

Right be­fore the great white throne;

There to meet some soul

We have helped to the goal

And to hear the Sav­ior say

Well done.