Beneath the Cross

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 dishonour

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.