The Cross Is Weighty

 The cross is weighty and heavily borne,

As upon fallen earth I trod.

But I eagerly await the blessed morn,

When I shall be with God.

Temptations rise and devils fought,

The body and soul left weak.

But look, O soul, what God hath wrought,

And hear Him gently speak.

His word comes soft as the morning dew, 

But strong as the waves of the deep,

And my soul refreshed and made new,

As if awoken from sleep.

Though the Enemy doth rage and cut sore, 

His end is almost near,

And I can tread on through whatever comes,

So long as my God is near. 

Washed and cleansed in the holy font,

I am His child by grace.

Sin washed away shan't vaunt,

When encountering God face to face.

Anointed and filled with the Spirit divine,

I have the Gifts to fight,

Though naught of any strength of mine,

But by Thy glorious might.

Eating the Flesh of the Paschal Lamb, 

And drinking His Blood so sweet,

I know whose child and servant I am,

As I worship at His feet.

When I fall and go astray, 

As oft times do occur, 

Forgiveness comes bright as day,

As I am made whole and pure. 

O Saviour wilt Thou lead me on,

Though the path with thorns be strewn, 

And grant that all my will be gone,

And to Thy ways attune?

To the Father and the Son,

And to the Holy Ghost,

All glory to the thrice Holy One,

As hymned by the heavenly host.