Thy cross, O Je­sus, Thou didst bear,
Thy path to death ex­tend­ed,
To save the world, which ev­ery­where
With hate and scorn of­fend­ed.
Oh, love how deep, to bleed and weep
For Thine own per­se­cut­ors!

Thy cross, Re­deem­er, Thou didst bear,
Our sins away Thou’st tak­en;
Thine own Thou wilt us still de­clare,
Though we have Thee for­sak­en,
And gone astray, yea, day by day,
Thy love is pre­sent with us.

Thy cross, O Sav­ior, Thou didst bear,
Thy bound­less might and glo­ry,
Forever praised by an­gels fair,
And told in sac­red sto­ry,
Thou laidst aside; naught shall abide,
Save by the love that bleed­eth.

Thy cross to vic­to­ry Thou didst bear.
Oh, grant that I, dear Sav­ior,
May glo­ry in the cross and share
Thy hea­ven­ly joy and fa­vor!
Then shall my soul have reached its goal
Safe in Thy lov­ing bo­som.