Beneath the Cross of Jesus by Elizabeth Clephane

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 

Mine 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 wonders of redeeming love 

And my unworthiness.

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.

by Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane