author: jessie b. pounds, 1906
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.