What pain to bear!
What joy is lost!
But e'en is heard the quietest prayer,
In the shadow of the cross.
When light grows dim,
When all seems lost,
I'll hide from all the world's sin,
In the shadow of the cross.
What joy is mine!
What hurt is lost!
For You my soul to refine,
In the shadow of the cross.
When life is o'er,
When You call,
I'll come to You and rest evermore
In the shadow of the cross.
4.1.15
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