1 Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand;
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a weary land,
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way
From burning of the noon-tide heat
And the burden of the day.
2 Upon the cross of Jesus
Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart, with tears,
These wonders I confess:
The wonder of His glorious love,
And my unworthiness.
3 I take, O cross, thy shadow
For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self, my only shame,
My glory all the cross.
