Friday

 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. 
 

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 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 nor loss, 
 my sinful self my only shame, 

 my glory all the cross.