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.

Upon The Crystal Pavement, Down
At Jesus’ Pierced Feet,
Joyful, I’ll Cast My Golden Crown
And His Dear Name Repeat.

O Precious Cross! O Glorious Crown!
O Resurrection Day!
Ye Angels, From The Stars Come Down
And Bear My Soul Away.