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 smitten heart, with
tears, Two wonders I confess, The wonders of His
glorious love, And my own worthlessness. 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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