I Will Trade the Old Cross for a Crown

I shall not bear the cross thro’ yon ci­ty

When the bur­dens of life are laid down.

When I knock on the por­tals of Heav­en

I will trade the old cross for a crown.

Yes

I’ll trade the old cross for a crown

When the bur­dens of life are laid down.

When the pearl gates for me shall swing op­en

I will trade the old cross for a crown.

Tho’ the cross oft­en­times has been hea­vy

And oft for­tune on me seems to frown

But how hap­py I’ll be ov­er yon­der

When I trade the old cross for a crown.

Oft

my bark has been tossed on life’s bil­lows

And each wave tries my ves­sel to drown.

But no storm cloud can harm me for­ev­er

When I trade the old cross for a crown.

Ev’ry cross that I bear for my Sav­ior

Will at last

when He calls

be laid down

And my sor­rows will all be for­got­ten

When I trade the old cross for a crown.