Ye greater cross, Ye better Christians.
God puts on on the proving grounds.
Just like a garden becomes wasted.
When from heaven no rains comes down.
As gold is purified by fire.
So a Christian in time of trial.
Ye greater Cross, Stronger believers.
Palm-trees thrive near the oasis.
The grapes surrenders all their sweetness.
After they have been all pressed out.
In troubled times, our faith builds up.
Like pearls after a salty flood.
Ye greater Cross, Ye stronger Godlove.
A wind just makes the fire burn.
And even if the skies are cloudy.
The sun is shining up above.
The Cross it multiplies our love.
As pouring oil on fire does.
Ye greater Cross, Greater believers.
Crushed leaves of herbs,smell all the more.
If on the sea, the winds were quiet.
No one would ask which way the pole.
And where did Davids Psalms come from?. Had he not trials overcome.
Ye greater Cross, Ye more the longing.
From the valley we climb the hill.
And when the desert has been travelled.
The longing is for Canaan.
The dove is finding here no rest.
Back to the Ark it flees to then.
Ye greater Cross, Ye sweeter dying.
Man is at terms with coming death.
Soon no more troubles, no more crying.
And all his troubles come to an end.
The Cross that maketh death so sweet.
It proves that man has triumphed here.
Ye greater Cross, Ye greater crown-jewels.
A treasure that God laid on us.
That crown we'll bring and lay before him.
It'll prove that we have conquered all.
Oh how this precious crown-jewel makes.
That we our greatest Cross forsake.
O Crucified, O let your Cross be.
So lovelier and sweeter be.
Help that no impatience may sway me.
And plant a such good heart in me.
That loves and hopes, believes in you.
Till my Cross takes its crown to you.
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