A HYMN FOR TODAY – O Christ, Eternal Son of God

A HYMN FOR TODAY

O Christ, eternal Son of God,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
We worship while Your head is bowed
In agony and pain.

None tread with You the holy place;
You suffer there alone;
Yours is the perfect sacrifice
Which only can atone.

O great High Priest, Your glory robes
Are hid where none can see,
And human sorrows, Son of Man,
Have cloaked Your deity.

The cross is sharp, but of Your woes
This is the lighter part;
It is our sin that pierces You
And breaks Your sacred heart.

Who love You most will seek Your cross
And there will long abide;
Now make that cross our only hope,
O Jesus, crucified.

CM – William C. Dix, 1864

Tune: YORK – Hart’s Psalms of David, 1615

#226, Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012

A HYMN FOR TODAY – Beneath the Cross of Jesus

A HYMN FOR TODAY

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.

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,
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 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 or loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.

Irr. – Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1869

Tune: ST. CHRISTOPHER – Frederick C. Maker, 1881

#537 in Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Song, 2012

Verse 2 is too often omitted from some hymnals

A HYMN FOR TODAY – O Christ, Eternal Son of God

A HYMN FOR TODAY

O Christ, eternal Son of God,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
We worship while Your head is bowed
In agony and pain.

None tread with You the holy place;
You suffer there alone;
Yours is the perfect sacrifice
Which only can atone.

O great High Priest, Your glory robes
Are hid where none can see,
And human sorrows, Son of Man,
Have cloaked Your deity.

The cross is sharp, but of Your woes
This is the lighter part;
It is our sin that pierces You
And breaks Your sacred heart.

Who love You most will seek Your cross
And there will long abide;
Now make that cross our only hope,
O Jesus, crucified.

CM – William C. Dix, 1864

Tune: YORK – Hart’s Psalms of David, 1615

#226, Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, 2012