Clinging and Resting

To the cross I long was cling­ing

As a refuge from des­pair

Found re­lief from guilt of sin­ning

While I lin­gered

cling­ing there;

Still life’s waves and storms as­sailed me

Doubts and fears my mind dis­tressed

And with all the cross availed me

Clinging gave no per­fect rest.

I was cling­ing

now I’m rest­ing

Sweetly rest­ing at the cross;

I was cling­ing

now I’m rest­ing

Sweetly rest­ing at the cross.

To the cross I cling no long­er

Doubts and fears no long­er feel;

Faith

and hope

and love are strong­er

Jesus’ blood doth ful­ly heal.

Now my song is not

I’m cling­ing;

That to me would now be loss

When mind

heart and soul are sing­ing

I am rest­ing at the cross.

My sal­va­tion is com­plet­ed

Christ

my hope

my life

my light;

Sin

and death

and hell de­feat­ed

Can not now my soul af­fright.

Heaven seems in bless­èd near­ness

And earth’s trea­sures are as dross

While

’mid light of cloud­less clear­ness

I am rest­ing at the cross.