The Song of the Cross

The song of the cross

Is more sweet to my soul

Than the tone of an old vi­olin

For its mes­sage brought peace

Like the ev­en­ing bell’s toll

As I groped in the dark­ness of sin.

Forgotten my past

As black as the night

Forgotten the world and its dross—

And my soul thrilled with rap­ture

And glo­ry

and light

When they sang me the song of the cross.

Oh

sing them the song

The song of the cross

They’ll count the world no­thing but loss;

They’ll for­sake all their sin

And let Je­sus come in

If you’ll sing them a song of the cross.

Ah

once the world’s cla­mor

And clat­ter and din

Discordantly flood­ed my soul

But the song of the cross

Like a bless­ing crept in

And I yield­ed to Je­sus’ con­trol.

I sing now of Christ who dis­pels ev­ery woe

The hearts of lost sin­ners are stirred;

And I’ll sing the sweet mes­sage

Wherever I go

Till all of the na­tions have heard.

The song of the cross

Tells of blood that was shed

On the sum­mit of dark Cal­va­ry

How Je­sus the Na­za­rene

Suffered and bled

That lost man­kind

From sin should be free.

It tells that the sin­ner

Who trusts in His name

And re­jects this old world with its dross

May find full for­giv­eness

From Him who o’er­came

When He died for us all on the cross.