I MUST NEEDS GO HOME

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.

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.

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.

Then I bid farewell to the way of the world,

To walk in it never more;

For my Lord says ‘Come,’ and I seek my home,

Where He waits at the open door