Clinging to the Cross (Adams)

Sad and wea­ry with my long­ing

Filled with shame be­cause of sin;

As I am in con­scious weak­ness

Here I would sal­va­tion win.

All I have I leave for Je­sus

I am count­ing it but dross;

I am com­ing to the Mas­ter

I am cling­ing to the cross.

Clinging

cling­ing

Clinging to the cross.

O the joy of know­ing Je­sus

It is dawn­ing on my soul;

I am find­ing His sal­va­tion

And the pow­er that makes me whole.

O re­fine me by Thy Spir­it

Make my earth­ly life sub­lime

With my heart a home for Je­sus

Till I’m done with earth and time.