Beneath the Cross of Jesus (words only)
[Recordings forthcoming, Lord willing]
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.
O safe and happy shelter! O refuge tried and sweet!
O trysting-place, where heaven's love And heaven's justice meet!
As to the pilgrim patriarch That wondrous dream was giv'n,
So seems my Savior's cross to me A ladder up to heav'n.
Upon the 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 wonder of His glorious love, And my own worthlessness.
I take the cross of Jesus 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.
Elizabeth C. Clephane
Frederick C. Maker