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 sins to Je­sus

He cleansed me by 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 thro’ the Lamb;

No right­eous­ness or mer­it

No beau­ty can I plead;

Yet in the cross of Je­sus

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 con­qu’ror am;

Living

I’m safe—or dy­ing—

Thro’ Christ the ris­en Lamb.