O! Blessed be Thy Cross
This far have I come, laden with my sin,
For nothing would ease the grief that I was in;
But here the burden did fall from off my back,
And here the strings that bound it to me cracked.
O blessed Cross! And far more blessed be;
The Man who was here put to death for me!
This hill thought high I must ascend,
The difficulty will not offend;
For I perceive the way of life lies here.
Come lift my heart, I will not faint for fear,
Better, thought difficult, the right way to go,
Then wrong, thought easy, where the end is woe.
Where am I now? Is this the love and care of Jesus?
For the men that pilgrim is;
Thus, to provide that I should be forgiven,
And dwell already the next door to heaven.