Beneath the cross of Jesus, I fain would take my stand. The shadow of a mighty rock with in a weary land. A home with in the wilderness a rest upon the way, from the burning of the noon tide heat and the burden of the day.
Upon the cross of Jesus, my eyes 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 wonders of redeeming love and my unworthiness.
I take, O cross, they 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 or loss. My sinful self, my only shame; my glory all the cross.
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