I am clinging to the cross of my Savior,
To the cross He has borne for my sin;
I am trusting in His merit and mercy,
May His love now my heart reign within.

Chorus:
In the blood of Christ the Lamb;
In the blood of Christ the Lamb;
In the blood of Christ the Lamb,
He will wash me far whiter than snow.

I am clinging to the cross, for He promised
To redeem me from death and the grave;
As a ransom to purchase my pardon,
On the cross He His life freely gave.

I am clinging to the cross, ‘neath its shadow
I find rest from the toils of the day;
Tho, the trials of this life may o’erwhelm me,
Neath its sheltering arms let me stay.

I am clinging to the cross, for it tells me
Of a crown that the King will bestow,
When the river we have crossed and our garments,
In His blood are made whiter than snow.