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.

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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 the cross leads home.

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.

Refrain

Then I bid farewell to the way of the world,
To walk in it never more;
For the Lord says, �Come,� and I seek my home,
Where He waits at the open door.

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