J B. Pounds


I MUST needs go home

By the way of the cross,

There’s no other way but this;

I shall ne’er get sight

Of the Gates of Light,

If the way of the cross I miss.

The way of the cross leads home,

The way of the cross leads home;

It is sweet to know, as I onward go,

The way of the cross leads home.


I must needs go on

In the blood-sprinkled way,

The path that the Savior trod,

If I ever climb

To the heights sublime,

Where the soul is at home with God.


Then I bid farewell

To the way of the world,

To walk in it nevermore;

For my Lord says “Come,”

And I seek my home,

Where He waits at the open door.


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