I must flee to the cross,
counting all things as loss
but to stand at his wound ed side.
From his hands and his feet
flow the mercy I seek.
I know I will not be denied.
I must flee to the cross,
till my proud heart is broken
by the One who was broken for me.
I must flee to the cross,
I must cling to the cross,
I must look to the Lamb of Calvary.

I must flee to the cross,
when I'm tempted and tossed,
by the pleasures of earth all around.
I must flee from my sin,
and take refuge in him
in whom ev'ry treasure is found:
There is comfort in grief,
there is power and healing,
forgiveness for rebels like me.
I must flee to the cross,
I must cling to the cross,
I must look to the Lamb of Calvary.

I must flee to the cross,
whatever the cost,
whatever the world may say.
Till my race has been run,
till the last battle's done,
I must flee to it ev'ry day.
I must flee to the cross,
till my proud heart is broken
by the One who was broken for me.
I must flee to the cross,
I must cling to the cross,
I must look to the Lamb of Calvary.