O, CROSS OF CHRIST
1. Though Christ a
thousand times
In Bethlehem be
born,
If He's not born in
thee
Thy soul is still
forlorn.
The Cross on
Golgotha,
Will never save thy
soul;
The Cross in thine
own heart,
Alone can make thee
whole.
Refrain
O, Cross of Christ,
I take thee
Into this heart of
mine,
To help me die to my
own self,
And rise to Thy
life Divine.
2. Whate'er thou
lovest, man,
That too become
thou must;
God, if thou lovest
God,
Dust, if thou lovest
dust,
Go out, God will
come in;
Die thou and let
Him live,
Be not and He will
be;
Wait and He'll all
things give.
3. To bring thee to
thy God,
Love takes the
shortest route;
The way which
knowledge leads,
Is but a
roundabout.
Drive out from thee
the world,
And then thy heart
shall be
Filled with the
love of God,
And holy like as
He.
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