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M0:|t:EWS 95 beneath the cross of Jesus|a:Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane 1830- 1869|c:Eb|h:Frederick Charles Maker 1844-1927|m:4/4|u:https://hymnary.org/hymn/SS1898/page/155
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E1:Be_neath the cross of Je_sus/I fain would take my stand,/the sha_dow of a migh_ty Rock/with_in a wea_ry land;/a home with_in the wil_der_ness,/a rest up_on the way,/from the\ burn_ing of the noon_tide heat/and the\ bur_den of the day.
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E2:O safe and hap_py shel_ter,/O re_fuge tried and sweet,/O tryst_ing place where Hea_ven's love/and Hea_ven's jus_tice meet!/As to the ho_ly pa_tri_arch/that wond_rous dream was given,/So seems my Sa_vior's cross to me,/a lad_der up to heaven.
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E3:There lies be_neath its sha_dow/but on the fur_ther side/The dark_ness of an aw_ful grave/that gapes both deep and wide/And there be_tween us stands the cross/two arms out_stretched to save/A watch_man set to guard the way/from that e_ter_nal grave.
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E4:Up_on the cross of Je_sus/mine eye at times can see/the ve_ry dy_ing form of One/who suf_fered there for me:/and from my strick_en heart with tears/two won_ders I con_fess,/the won_ders of re_deem_ing love/and my un_wor_thi_ness.
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E5:I take, O cross, thy sha_dow/for my a_bid_ing place:/I ask no o_ther sun_shine than/the sun_shine of his face;/con_tent to let the world go by,/to know no gain nor loss;/my sin_ful self my on_ly shame,/my glo_ry all the cross.
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E6:Dim eyes for e_ver clos_ed/For house_hold tears or mirth;/A pale face look_ing up to God/And so, fare_well to earth!/Out to the light bey_ond,_2/Out of the pain and fear;/Out to the up_per glo_ry there,/Out of the dark_ness here!
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E7:Out of the land of death, _/Out of the land of doubt,/To en_ter in the in_ner court,/And ne_ver more go out!/The heal_ing and the balm,_2/The crown up_on the brow,/The tri_al o’er, the tri_umph won/O God! to have this now!
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E8:Not so, O Lord, not this _/The boon I ask from Thee;/But for Thy strength to do the work/My God hath set for me./No faith_ful ser_vant he_2/Who seeks for rest be_fore,/Who faints ere yet the day is done,/And the\ e_vening work is o’er.
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