Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
and all the world go free?
No; there’s a cross for everyone,
and there’s a cross for me.

The consecrated cross I’ll bear,
Till death shall set me free,
And then go home my crown to wear,
for there’s a crown for me.

Upon the crystal pavement,
down at Jesus’ pierced feet.
Joyful, I’ll cast my golden crown,
and his dear name repeat.

O precious cross! O glorious crown!
O resurrection day!
Ye angels from the stars come down
and bear my soul away.