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!