”The cross it standeth fast!”
So sang the saints of old
Amidst the terror´s blast
The Savior we behold,
As crucified for sin
This Lamb of God stepped in,
He rose with pow´r again
And conquered death´s domain!

We have no other hope
Than this good gospel news,
Oh, grasp its saving rope,
Don´t calv´ry´s love refuse,
This world by sin is doomed,
You too will be consumed
By fire of judgment just,
Unless you Jesus trust!

The radio and TV
Bad news they often tell,
They have, too, fun and glee,
And they at sports excell,
But empty, sad and dry
The soul would often sigh,
Yet at the sinner´s door
He´s knocking as before!

The world will not improve
Despite tall words of peace,
Its tears you can´t remove,
Because it will decease.
”The cross it standeth fast!”
The work of Christ will last,
For me He died my death,
In Him I draw my breath!

October 4, 2001. – jørn nielsen