Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No there’s a cross for ev’ry one,
And there’s a cross for me.
How happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorr’wing here;
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.
The consecrated cross I’ll bear
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my crown to wear
For there’s a crown for me.