(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
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 noonday heat And the burden of the day.
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 Two wonders I confess —
The Wonders of His glorious And my own worthlessness.
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 sinfulness my only shame, My glory all the cross.