Cling to the cross
D. Protheroe
When thou art sad at heart and light is leaving,
Count not the loss of happiness as worthy of thy grieving;
Think of the Cross.
Think, think of the Cross.
Think of the Cross,
Aye, with bowed head;
Walk on with Him, who gave thee Gold for thy dross.
Join suffering with Him,
And He shall save thee.
Cling to the Cross!