Above the hills of time the cross is gleam­ing,
Fair as the sun when night has turned to day;
And from it love’s pure light is rich­ly stream­ing,
To cleanse the heart and ban­ish sin away.
To this dear cross the eyes of men are turn­ing,
Today as in the ag­es lost to sight;
And so for Thee, O Christ, men’s hearts are yearn­ing,
As ship­wrecked sea­men yearn for morn­ing light.

The cross, O Christ, Thy won­drous love re­veal­ing,
Awakes our hearts as with the light of morn,
And par­don o’er our sin­ful spir­its steal­ing,
Tells us that we, in Thee, have been re­born.
Like ech­oes to sweet tem­ple bells re­ply­ing
Our hearts, O Lord, make an­swer to Thy love;
And we will love Thee with a love un­dy­ing,
Till we are ga­thered to Thy home above.