Beneath the cross of Jesus

Beneath the cross of Jesus

I fain would take my stand –

The shadow of a mighty rock

Within a weary land;

A home within a wilderness,

A rest upon the way,

From the burning of the noontide heat

And the burden of the day.

O safe and happy shelter,

O refuge tried and sweet,

A trysting place where heaven’s love

And heaven’s justice meet!

As to the exiled patriarch

That wondrous dream was given,

So seems my Saviour’s cross to me –

A ladder up to heaven.

Upon that 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,

Two wonders I confess –

The wonder of his glorious love,

And my own worthlessness.

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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