Beneath the Cross of Jesus, <br />I fain would take my stand, <br />The shadow of a mighty rock <br />Within a weary land; <br />A home within the wilderness, <br />A rest upon the way, <br />From the burnng of the noontide heat, <br />And the burden of the day. <br /> <br />Upon the Cross of Jesus, <br />Mine eye at times can see <br />The very dying form of One <br />Who suffered there for me. <br />And from my smitten heart, with tears, <br />Two wonders I confess, - <br />The wonder of His glorious love, <br />And my own worthlessness. <br /> <br />I take, O Cross, thy shadow <br />For my abiding-place; <br />I ask no other sunshine than <br />The sunshine of His face: <br />Content to let the world go by, <br />To know no gain nor loss, <br />My sinful self my only shame, <br />My glory all, the Cross.<br /><br />Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beneath-the-cross-2/
