I Saw the Cross of Jesus

I saw the cross of Je­sus

When bur­dened with my sin

I sought the cross of Je­sus

To give me peace with­in;

I brought my soul to Je­sus

He cleansed it in His blood;

And in the cross of Je­sus

I found my peace with God.

I love the cross of Je­sus

It tells me what I am—

A vile and guil­ty crea­ture

Saved on­ly through the Lamb;

No right­eous­ness

nor mer­it

No beau­ty I can plead;

Yet in the cross of glo­ry

My ti­tle there I read.

I clasp the cross of Je­sus

In ev­ery try­ing hour

My sure and cer­tain re­fuge

My nev­er fail­ing tow­er;

In ev­ery fear and con­flict

I more than con­quer­or am;

Living I’m safe

or dy­ing

Thro’ Christ

the ris­en Lamb.

Sweet is the cross of Je­sus!

There let my wea­ry heart

Still rest in peace un­shak­en

Till with Him

ne’er to part;

And then in strains of glo­ry

I’ll sing His won­drous pow­er

Where sin can nev­er en­ter

And death is known no more.