Beneath the Cross

Posted by in Hymns, Music

Beneath the cross of Jesus
I find a place to stand,
And wonder at such mercy
That calls me as I am;
For hands that should discard me
Hold wounds which tell me, “Come.”
Beneath the cross of Jesus
My unworthy soul is won.

Beneath the cross of Jesus
His family is my own—
Once strangers chasing selfish dreams,
Now one through grace alone.
How could I now dishonor
The ones that You have loved?
Beneath the cross of Jesus
See the children called by God.

Beneath the cross of Jesus—
The path before the crown—
We follow in His footsteps
Where promised hope is found.
How great the joy before us
To be His perfect bride;
Beneath the cross of Jesus
We will gladly live our lives.

I heard this hymn online the other day and really liked the melody.  The poem is by the Getty’s and arranged to music by Ruth Coleman.   The lyrics of the third verse are a beautiful picture We follow in His footsteps, Where promised hope is found. How great the joy before us, To be His perfect bride;