1  Never further than Thy Cross,

    Never higher than Thy feet,

    Here earth's precious things seem dross,

    Here earth's bitter things grow sweet.

 2  Gazing thus our sin we see,

    Learn Thy love while gazing thus;

    Sin which laid the Cross on Thee;

    Love which bore the Cross for us.

 3  Here we learn to serve and give,

    And rejoicing, self deny;

    Here we gather love to live;

    Here we gather faith to die.

 4  Symbols of our liberty

    And our service here unite;

    Captives, by Thy Cross set free;

    Soldiers of Thy Cross, we fight.

 5  Pressing onwards as we can,

    Still to this our hearts must tend;

    Where our earliest hopes began,

    There our last aspirings end.

 6  Till amid the host of light

    We in Thee redeemed, complete,

    Through Thy Cross made pure and white,

    Cast our crowns before Thy feet.