Elizabeth C. Clephane, Frederick C. Maker
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
There lies beneath its shadow but on the further 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
A watchman set to guard the way from that eternal grave
Upon that cross of Jesus mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One who suffered there for me
And from my stricken heart with tears, two wonders I confess
The wonders of redeeming love and my unworthiness
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 or loss
My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross