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 the
burning of the noontide heat,
and the
burden of the day.
2. Upon that
cross of Jesus
mine eye at
times can see
the very
dying form of One
who suffered
there for me;
and from my
stricken heart with tears
two wonders
I confess:
the wonders
of redeeming 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.
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