THAT blessed Cross--I bend mine eyes,
On its atoning sacrifice;
And find forgiveness, from my God,
In its divine, redeeming, blood.
That blessed Cross--I tear my heart,
To make it, of myself a part;
And gain no shelter, from my sin,
Till Christ be crucified, within.
That blessed Cross--I bow my life,
To bear its pain, its load, its strife;
The way that leads me to my God,
The bleeding path my Saviour trod.
That blessed Cross, that blessed Cross,
Welcome, its wounds, its shame, its loss,
My hope, my help, my victory--
My Maker bore that Cross, for me!
NEWARK, October 24, 1852.