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.
Upon that cross of Jesus my eye at times can see
The very dying form of One, Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears, these wonders I confess;
The wonders of His glorious love and my unworthiness.
Beneath the cross i tremble so chastened by his pain
That the blood he shed for all my sins has purified the stain.
From the darkness mercy’s light breaks forth across the sky,
I rise to stand before the cross and lift my hands and cry
I take, O cross, thy shadow for my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face;
I’ll be content to let the world go by to know no gain or loss,
My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross.