Bearing the cross.

MUST Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me.

The consecrated cross I'll bear, Till death shall set me free; And then go home my crown to wear, For there's a crown for me.

How happy are the saints above, Who once went sorrowing here; But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear.

Upon the crystal pavement, down At Jesus' pierced feet; Joyful I'll cast my golden crown, And his dear name repeat.

And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring Beneath heaven's arches high; The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing, That lives, no more to die.

Oh, precious cross! oh, glorious crown! Oh, resurrection day! Ye angels, from the stars come down, And bear my soul away.