1.

Now I am bearing my cross with joy!
There’s no sin that it can’t destroy.
Through the cross I shall reach the goal.
It can’t harm me, but save my soul.

Chorus:

/: Cross, death, and grave
Shall now be the sentence on all
That would come from my flesh. :/

2.

My cross I carry now patiently.
On the cross is the place for me!
There I’ve power and victory
And go forward triumphantly.

3.

With its offense we proclaim the cross.
This makes just the right home for us.
Upright souls prosper and remain;
Balm and comfort we there obtain.

4.

We through the cross have our membership;
With one mind, we have fellowship.
In Christ’s suff ’rings we oneness share;
This is glory beyond compare.

5.

Word of the cross drives all folly out—
Gone forever, without a doubt!
It drives foolishness far away;
There’s no surer, more perfect way.

6.

Nailed now by faith to the cross we find
Precious, heavenly rest divine.
Then the flesh can’t disturb our rest.
With true order the Church is blest.

7.

Far from the cross the ungodly flee;
Upright souls can its glory see.
Jesus’ cross orders all just right,
Gives us fragrance of life to life.

Written by Elias Aslaksen (published in 1929)Composed by Even SkogsrudText and melody © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ G