The cross ! the cross ! the heavy cross
The Saviour bore for me !
Which bowed Him to the earth with grief
On sad Mount Calvary.
The crown ! the crown ! the glorious crown !
The crown of victory!
The crown of life ! it shall be mine
When Jesus I shall see.
How light, how light, this precious cross,
Presented to my view ;
And while, with care, I take it up,
Behold the crown my due.
My tears unbidden seem to flow
For love, unbounded love,
Which guides me through this world of woe,
And points to joys above.