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.
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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.
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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.