O cross of Christ! O glorious tree!
What place can be compared with thee,
Where God’s own Son was crucified,
And for our sins a ransom died?

We love to look within the tomb,
Thy death has robbed of all its gloom;
The stone for ever rolled away;
Proves power divine death’s power to slay.

We joy to see Thee, Lord, arise
Triumphant through the opening skies;
And hear all heaven united own
Thee worthy to ascend the throne.

Lord, now we wait for Thee to come,
And take us to Thy Father’s home;
Oh what ecstatic joy ’twill be
To spend eternity with Thee!