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Beneath the Cross of Jesus
1 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. 2 There lies beneath its shadow, But on the farther side, The darkness of an awful grave That gapes both deep and wide; And there between us stands the cross, Two arms outstretched to save, Like a watch-man set to guard the way From that eternal grave. 3 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 smitten heart, with tears, These wonders I confess: The wonder of His glorious love And my unworthiness. 4 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.
WORDS: Elizabeth C. Clephane
MUSIC: Frederick C. Maker
Theme: Christ: Atonement, Crucifixion, Suffering and Death