The cross of Christ inspires my heart,
To sing redeeming grace;
Awake my soul and bear a part
In my Redeemer’s praise.
Oh, who can be compared to Him,
Who died upon the tree,
This is my dear delightful theme,
That Jesus died for me.

A glor’ous band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame;
O God, to us may grace be giv’n
To follow in their train,
Thru peril, toil, and pain they climbed
The steep ascent to heav’n.

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