Classic Poem

Cross of Jesus,—blessed symbol
Of his sacrifice and death;
Voice of love, and mercy's message,
Born of his expiring breath.
Here the world may bring its sorrow,
Here the world may leave its sin;
Tribes and nations seek a refuge,
Find the door, and enter in.
Prince and beggar, man and maiden,
Find alike a common plea;
And the trumpets of salvation
Sound a welcome far and free.
Here, O Christ, thy love adoring,
I would thy salvation see;
And amid redemption's story,
Wonder thou shouldst die for me.

O'er the wrecks of time and nations,
Pride of kings and wrath of man,
Stands between the earth and heaven,
Sign of God's redemptive plan.