Him on Yonder Cross I Love

Him on yon­der cross I love

Naught be­side on earth count dear!

May He mine for ev­er prove

Who is now so in­ly near!

Here I stand: what­e’er may come

Days of sun­shine or of gloom

From this word I will not move;

Him up­on the cross I love!

’Tis not hid­den from my heart

What true love must oft­en bring;

Want and grief have sor­est smart

Care and scorn can sharp­ly sting;

Nay

but if Thy will were such

Bitterest death were not too much!

Dark though here my course may prove:

Him up­on the cross I love!

Rather sor­rows such as these

Rather love’s acut­est pain

Than with­out Him days of ease

Riches false and hon­ors vain.

Count me strange

when I am true

What He hates I will not do;

Sneers no more my heart can move;

Him up­on the cross I love!

Know ye whence my strength is drawn

Fearless thus the fight to wage?

Why my heart can laugh to scorn

Fleshly weak­ness

Sa­tan’s rage?

’Tis

I know the love of Christ

Mighty is that love un­priced!

What can grieve me

what can move?

Him upon the cross I love!

Once the eyes that now are dim

Shall dis­cern the change­less love

That hath led us home to Him

That hath crowned us far above:

Would to God that all be­low

What that love is now might know

And their hearts this word ap­prove:

Him up­on the cross I love!