To His Blessed Cross I'm Clinging

Verse 1

To his blessed cross I’m clinging, Weary, worn and tempest driv’n; Yet along my way I’m singing, For I’m trav’ling on to heav’n. And the Savior, in his mercy, Guides me to his blissful home; To his blessed cross I’m clinging, And I praise him as I roam.

Verse 2

To his blessed cross I’m clinging, Thro’ the sunshine or the gale; To my heart new joy he’s bringing, For his love doth never fail. Down the vale of life I wander, And I near Death’s mystic stream; But his love shall be my portion Till is done life’s changeful dream.

Verse 3

To his blessed cross I’m clinging, Nothing else can satisfy; But his hand my own is holding, Guiding me to realms on high. And when night shall overtake me, To his cross I still will cling; As I pass from earth and sorrow, Yet with trustful joy I’ll sing.