1 Beneath the cross of Jesus
I long to 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 burdens of the day.
2 Upon the cross of Jesus
My eye at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my contrite heart, with tears,
Two wonders I confess:
The wonder of His glorious love
And my unworthiness.
3 I take, O Cross, your 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.
