Beneath the Cross of Jesus

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 eyes at times can see  

The very dying form of One  

Who suffer'd there for me;  

And from my striken 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 or loss;  

My sinful self my only shame,  

My glory all the cross.

                    - Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane