I must needs go home by 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.

Refrain
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 Savior trod,
If I ever climb to the heights sublime
Where to soul is at home with God.

Then I bid farewell to the way of the world,
To walk in it nevermore;
For my Lord says, Come, and I seek my home
Where He waits at the open door.