Beneath the cross of JESUS I long to take my stand:
the shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land,
a home within a wilderness, a rest upon the way,
from the burning of the noontide heat and burdens of the day.
Upon the cross of JESUS, my eye at time can see
the very dying form of One Who Suffered there for me.
And from my contrite heart, with tears, two wonders I confess:
the wonder of His Glorious Love and my unworthiness.
I take, O cross, your 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.