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 noon-tide heat and the burden of the day. 2 O safe and happy shelter, O refuge tried and sweet, O trysting-place where heaven’s love, And heaven’s justice meet I, As to the exiled patriarch, That wondrous dream was given, So seems my saviour’s Cross to me, A ladder up to heaven. 3 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 two wonders I confess, the wonders of His glorious love and my own worthlessness. 4 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 sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross.