1—I saw the cross of Jesus
When burden’d with my sin ;
I sought the cross of Jesus
To give me peace within :
I brought my sin to Jesus ;
He cleans’d it in His blood ;
And in the cross of Jesus
I found my peace with God.
2—I love the cross of Jesus.
It tells me what I am ;
A vile and guilty creature,
Saved only through the Lamb :
No righteousness, no merit,
No beauty can I plead ;
Yet in the cross I glory,
My title there I read.
3—I clasp the cross of Jesus,
In ev’ry 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,
Through Christ the risen Lamb.
4—Sweet is the cross of Jesus !
There let my weary heart
Still rest in perfect peace
‘Till life itself depart.
And then in strains of glory
I’ll sing Thy wond’rous power,
Where sin can never enter,
And death is known no more.
–F. WHITFIELD