Oh, the cross! the precious cross! ’Twas there I counted all but loss; ’Twas there I gave my heart to God, ’Twas there He washed me in His blood, And spake the words, “Thy sins forgiv’n,” And filled my soul with peace from heav’n.
Oh, the cross! the precious cross! The only way for sinners lost, The only way that we can gain An entrance to this heav’nly plane; ’Twas there my night was turned to day, ’Twas there I found the heav’nly way.
Oh, the cross! the precious cross! ’Twas there I counted well the cost, ’Twas there my soul was sanctified, ’Tis there I ever will abide; ’Tis there we find the purest gold, And joys that never can be told.
Oh, the cross! the precious cross! To me this world is naught but dross, Far richer treasures now I own, While up the shining way I run; When in that heav’nly land I’ll see The One who bore the cross for me.