Above the hills of time the Cross is gleaming
Fair as the sun when night has turned to day
And from it love’s pure light is richly streaming
To cleanse the heart and banish sin away

To this dear Cross, the eyes of men are turning
Today as in the ages lost to sight

And for Thee, o Christ, men’s hearts are yearning
As shipwrecked seamen yearn for morning light

The Cross, 0 Christ, Thy wondrous love revealing
Awakes our hearts as with the light of morn

And pardon o’er our sinful spirits stealing
Tells us that we, in Thee, have been reborn

Like echoes to sweet temple bells replying
Our hearts, o Lord, make answer to Thy love
And we will love Thee with a love undying
Till we are gathered to Thy home above