Close to Thy Cross, O Christ

Close

close to Thy cross

O Christ!

My guil­ty soul would fly;

Thy flow­ing blood can wash me white

From sins of crim­son dye!

Close to Thy cross

close to Thy cross

Jesus

my Lord

I cling;

Shelter me there

shel­ter me there

’Neath Thy pro­tect­ing wing.

Close

close to Thy cross

O Christ!

My bur­dened soul would go;

There’s sweet re­lief in Thy warm love

For ev­ery grief I know!

Close

close to Thy cross

O Christ!

My tempt­ed soul would stand;

No foe can harm

no work o’er­task

While un­der Thy kind hand!

Close

close to Thy cross

O Christ!

My wea­ry soul would rest;

No wrath

no fear

no sha­dows there

Disturb my qui­et breast!