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Him on yonder cross I love,
Nought beside on earth count dear!
May He mine for ever prove,
Who is now so inly near!
Here I stand: whate'er may come,
Days of sunshine or of gloom,
From this word I will not move;
Him upon the cross I love!
'Tis not hidden from my heart,
What true love must often bring;
Want and grief have sorest smart,
Care and scorn can sharply sting;
Nay, but if Thy will were such,
Bitterest death were not too much!
Dark though here my course may prove:
Him upon the cross I love!
Rather sorrows such as these,
Rather love's acutest pain,
Than without Him days of ease,
Riches false and honours vain.
Count me strange, when I am true,
What He hates I will not do;
Sneers no more my heart can move;
Him upon the cross I love!
Know ye whence my strength is drawn,
Fearless thus the fight to wage?
Why my heart can laugh to scorn
Fleshly weakness, Satan's rage?
'Tis, I know the love of Christ,
Mighty is that love unpriced!
What can grieve me, what can move?
Him upon the cross I love!
Once the eyes that now are dim,
Shall discern the changeless love
That hath led us home to Him,
That hath crown'd us far above:
Would to God that all below
What that love is now might know,
And their hearts this word approve:
Him upon the cross I love!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 D
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Dates:
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1863
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