1 Back to the Cross I go again,
So oft as I have sinned;
To sing again the glad refrain,
That Jesus is my Friend:
Hard by the Cross, where not a soul
Has ever been cast out,
I prostrate fall, confessing all,
And banish ev'ry doubt.
Hard by the Cross, where not a soul
Has ever been cast out,
I prostrate fall, confessing all
And banish ev'ry doubt.

2 Back to the Cross my prayer and praise
At early dawn I bring;
And there His grace in joyful lays
My heart in peace shall sing:
Hard by the Cross at eventide,
When all my work is done,
Secure I hide in His cleft side
My failures every one.
Hard by the Cross at eventide,
When all my work is done,
Secure I hide in Hid cleft side
My failures every one.

3 Back to the Cross, where open arms
Receive my troubled heart;
And where no harms, or dire alarms,
Their cares to me impart,
Hard by the Cross let me recline,
And rest, O Christ, on this:
That Thou art mine and I am Thine--
Thy will is, me to bless.
Hard by the Cross let me recline
And rest, O Christ on this:
That Thou art mine and I am Thine--
Thy will is, me to bless.

4 Back to the Cross in haste I go
With each returning day:
For well I know, His blood doth flow
To wash my sin away:
Hard by the Cross each day I rest,
And learn at Jesus' feet
My King's behest, --till with the blest
In their sweet home I meet,
Hard by the Cross each day I rest,
And learn at Jesus' feet
My King's behest,--till with the blest
In their sweet home I meet.