1 I am holding on to Christ,
With the crown in sight,
Firmly holding on to Christ
In the dark and light.
Tho’ the world may tempt my soul
With its luring dross,
I am holding on to Christ,
Clinging to the Cross.

2 I am holding on to Christ,
And he holds to me,
While each path in which he leads
Plainly I can see.
Over all I triumph now,
And secure abide,
I am holding on to Christ,
Clinging to his side.

3 If with firm, unshaken grasp,
You to Christ would hold,
Earth must be forsaken, all,
Love of self and gold.
Gladly you must suffer, then,
Ev’ry earthly loss;
If you would to Jesus hold,
You must bear the Cross.

4 If you would to Jesus hold,
Let the idols fall;
Let the blessed Christ alone
Be your all in all.
Nothing shall disturb your peace,
Tho’ the tempest toss,
While your holding on to Christ,
Clinging to the Cross.