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 smitten 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.