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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.

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 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.

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.
Elizabeth C. Clephane.

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GLORIOUS THINGS OF THEE ARE SPOKEN,
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.

See! The streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want, remove.
Who can faint, whilst such a river,
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near.
He who gives them daily manna,
He who listens when they cry:
Let Him hear the loud hosanna,
Rising to His throne on high.

Saviour, if of Zion’s city
I, through grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy name.
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show,
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s children know.
John Newton.

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JESU, LOVER OF MY SOUL,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past.
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee.
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring.
Cover my defenceless head,
With the shadow of Thy wing.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin.
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art.
Freely let me take of Thee.
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
Charles Wesley.

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WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of Nature mine,
That were an offering far too small.
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!
Isaac Watts.
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