The cross. [ Galations 6 v 14 ]

                                            The  cross.

                                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

                                O safe and happy shelter,
                                O refuge tried and sweet,
                                O trysting-place where heaven's love
                                And heaven's justice meet.
                                As to the holy patriarch
                                That wondrous dream was given,
                                So seems my Saviour's cross to me,
                                 A ladder up to heaven.

                                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.

                               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 smitten heart with tears,
                               Two wonders I confess-
                               The wonders of His glorious love,
                                And my own worthlessness.

                               I take, O cross, the 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.

                              [Words .  E.C,Clephane ]