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| Beneath The Cross Of Jesus |
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| 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 noontide heat, |
| And the burden of the day. |
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| Oh, safe and happy shelter! |
| Oh, refuge tried and sweet! |
| Oh, trysting place where heaven’s love |
| And heaven’s justice meet. |
| As to the holy patriarch |
| That wondrous dream was given, |
| So is my Savior by the cross |
| A ladder up to heaven. |
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| There lies beneath its shadow, |
| But on the farther side, |
| The darkness of an awful grave |
| That gapes both deep and wide; |
| And there between us stands the cross, |
| Two arms outstretched to save, |
| Like a watchman set to guard the way |
| From that eternal grave. |
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| 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 love, |
| And my own worthlessness. |
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| 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. |
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