To The Cross I Long Was Clinging

To the cross I long was clinging,
As a refuge from despair;
Found relief from guilt of sinning,
While I lingered, clinging there;
Still life’s waves and storms assailed me,
Doubts and fears my mind distrest,
And with all the cross avail’d me,
Clinging gave no perfect rest.

I was clinging, now I’m resting,
Sweetly resting at the cross;
I was clinging; now I’m resting,
Sweetly resting at the cross.

To the cross I cling no longer;
Doubts and fears no longer feel,
Faith, and hope, and love are stronger,
Jesus’ blood doth fully heal.
Now my song is not-“I’m clinging,”-
That to me would now be loss,
When mind, heart and soul are singing,
“I am resting at the cross.” [Refrain]

My salvation is completed,
Christ, my hope, my life, my light;
Sin, and death, and hell defeated,
Cannot now my soul affright.
Heaven seems in blessed nearness,
And earth’s treasures are as dross,
While,’ mid light of cloudless clearness,
I am resting at the cross. [Refrain]