1 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!

2 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.

3 Thy cross, O Saviour, 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.

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