I saw the cross of Je­sus,
When bur­dened with my sin;
I sought the cross of Je­sus
To give me peace with­in;
I brought my sins to Je­sus,
He cleansed me by His blood;
And in the cross of Je­sus
I found my peace with God.

I love the cross of Je­sus,
It tells me what I am—
A vile and guil­ty crea­ture
Saved on­ly thro’ the Lamb;
No right­eous­ness or mer­it,
No beau­ty can I plead;
Yet in the cross of Je­sus
My ti­tle there I read.

I clasp the cross of Je­sus
In ev­ery try­ing hour,
My sure and cer­tain re­fuge,
My ne­ver fail­ing tow­er;
In ev­ery fear and conflict,
I more than con­qu’ror am;
Living, I’m safe—or dy­ing—
Thro’ Christ the ris­en Lamb.