Beneath Your Cross, Jesus

O thank you Jesus, my Savior,

Let me never forget this hour;

Let it loom for all time before me,

An impregnable fortress — a tower.

Fashioned on beams, there you hung,

Meek as a lamb way up high.

I gaze at your dear tortured body,

While suddenly from out of the sky

Comes a noise like the rolling of thunder,

And the earth shook beneath my feet.

Your head sagged down on your shoulder

And your great heart ceased to beat.

You did this for me, my Savior,

Me, so unworthy.  Ah, but still

I dare to cry for forgiveness

And pledge to do what you will.

I will endeavor to walk with you,

Knowing your holy will will be done;

From this moment onward, my Savior,

Till the last thread of my life has been spun.

I will reap the harvest you planted

And remember that sanctified place

Where your blood became a vast treasure

Of salvation for the whole human race.