1
Beneath the cross of Jesus
I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a weary land.
O blessed shelter from the storm,
The sinner’s sure retreat:
O trysting-place, where heavenly love
And heavenly justice meet.
2
There lies beyond its shadow
Upon the farther side
The darkness of an awful pit
That opens deep and wide;
But, lo, between there stands the cross
Of Him who died to save
With His own life-blood my lost soul
From that eternal grave.
3
Upon the cross of Jesus
Mine eye by faith can see
The very dying form of one
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears
Two wonders I confess:
The wonder of His glorious love,
And my own worthlessness,
4
O Christ, beneath that shadow
Be my abiding-place;
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of Thy face:
Content to let the world go by,
And count its gain but loss,
This sinful self my only shame,
My only hope Thy cross.