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 the 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

These wonders I confess:

The wonders of redeeming 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.