Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand
The shadow of a might 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
They very drying form of One
Who suffered there for me
And from my smitten heart with tears
These wonders I confess
The wonder of His glorious love
And my unworthiness
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