The Way Of The Cross Leads Home

by Jessie Brown Pounds

I must needs go home by the way of the cross,
There's no other way but this;
I shall ne'er get sight of the gates of light,
If the way of the cross I miss.

I must needs go on in the blood sprinkled way,
The path that the Savior trod,
If I ever climb to the heights sublime,
Where the soul is at home with God.

Then I bid farewell to the way of the world,
To walk in it nevermore;
For the Lord says, "Come," and I seek my home
Where He waits at the open door.

Chorus

The way of the cross leads home,
The way of the cross leads home;
It is sweet to know as I onward go,
The way of cross leads home.