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.

Chorus:
The way of the cross leads home, (leads
home,)
The way of the cross leads home;
(leads home;)
It is sweet to know as I onward go,
The way of cross leads home

I must needs go on in the blood
sprinkled way,
The path that the Saviour 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 nevermore,
For the Lord says, "Come," and I seek
my home
Where He waits at the open door.