1	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, The way of the cross leads home; It is sweet to know, as I onward go, The way of the cross leads home.
2	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.
3	Then I bid farewell to the way of the world,     To walk in it never more; For the Lord says, "Come," and I seek my home,     Where He waits at the open door.
Jessie Brown Rounds