321 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 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, These wonders I confess,-- The wonder of His glorious love, And my own worthlessness. 3 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.