1. Though Christ a thousand times
  In Bethlehem be born,
  If He's not born in thee
  Thy soul is still forlorn.
  The Cross on Golgotha,
  Will never save thy soul;
  The Cross in thine own heart,
  Alone can make thee whole,
(Chorus:)
  O, Cross of Christ, I take thee
  Into this heart of mine,
  That I to my own self may die
  And rise to thy life Divine.
2. What e'er thou lovest, man,
  That too become thou must;
  God, if thou lovest God,
  Dust, if thou lovest dust.
  Go out, God will come in;
  Die thou and let Him live;
  Be not and He will be;
  Wait and He'll all things give.
3. To bring thee to thy God,
  Love takes the shortest route;
  The way which knowledge leads,
  Is but a roundabout.
  Drive out from thee the world,
  And then thy heart shall be
  Filled with the love of God,
  And holy like as He.
(Chorus:)
  O, Cross of Christ, I take thee
  Into this heart of mine,
  That I to my own self may die
  And rise to thy life Divine.