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-day 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 if His glorious love, 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 sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross
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