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 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 stricken heart with tears
Two wonders I confess,--
The wonder of redeeming love,
And my own worthlessness.

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.

Amen.