Must Simon 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.

Yes, there’s a cross on Calvary,

Through which by faith the crown I see;

To me ’tis pardon bringing;

O that’s the cross for me!

2 How happy are the saints above,

Who once went mourning here!

But now they taste unmingled love,

And joy without a tear.

For perfect love will dry the tear,

And cast out all tormenting fear,

Which round my heart is clinging;

O that’s the love for me.

3 We’ll bear the consecrated cross,

Till from the cross we’re free;

And then go home to wear the crown,

For there’s a crown for me.

Yes, there’s a crown in heaven above,

The purchase of my Saviour’s love,

For me at his appearing;

O that’s the crown for me!

4 The saints shall hear the midnight cry;

The Lord will then appear,

And virgins rise with burning lamps,

To meet him in the air;

For there’s a home in heaven prepared,

A house by saints and angels shared,

Where Christ is interceding;

O that’s the home for me!