1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.