The Cross

Oh

the cross! the pre­cious cross!

’Twas there I count­ed all but loss;

’Twas there I gave my heart to God

’Twas there He washed me in His blood

And spake the words

Thy sins for­giv’n

And filled my soul with peace from Heav’n.

Oh

the cross! the pre­cious cross!

The on­ly way for sin­ners lost

The on­ly way that we can gain

An en­trance to this heav’n­ly plane.

’Twas there my night was turned to day

’Twas there I found the heav’n­ly way.

Oh

the cross! the pre­cious cross!

’Twas there I count­ed well the cost

’Twas there my soul was sanc­ti­fied

’Tis there I ev­er will abide;

’Tis there we find the pur­est gold

And joys that nev­er can be told.

Oh

the cross! the pre­cious cross!

To me this world is naught but dross.

I now am of the chos­en ones

Who up the shin­ing way do run.

When in that heav’n­ly land I’ll see

The One who bore the cross for me.