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 soul to Je­sus,
He cleansed it in 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 through the Lamb;
No right­eous­ness, nor merit,
No beauty I can plead;
Yet in the cross of glo­ry,
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 conqueror am;
Living I’m safe, or dying,
Thro’ Christ, the ris­en Lamb.

Sweet is the cross of Je­sus!
There let my weary heart
Still rest in peace unshaken,
Till with Him, ne’er to part;
And then in strains of glo­ry
I’ll sing His wondrous power,
Where sin can ne­ver enter,
And death is known no more.