I must needs go home
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.
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.
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.
Words: Jessie Brown Pounds, 1906
Music: The Way of the Cross
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