Tenting by the Cross

Beside the Cross I’m tent­ing

and I feel a pre­sence there

That touch­es me with rap­ture and heals all my pain and care;

The crim­son stream flows ov­er me

it cov­ers all my sin;

My soul is filled with glo­ry that my soul and Christ are kin.

Tenting by the Cross

yes

I’m tent­ing by the Cross;

I’ve tra­veled back to Cal­v’ry

and I’m tent­ing by the Cross.

No gold have I

or good­ness stored

eter­nal life to buy;

To pur­chase at such emp­ty price I’ve long since ceased to try;

My hope is built on bet­ter ground

all hu­man worth is dross;

I’ve tra­veled back to Cal­v’ry

and I’m tent­ing by the Cross.

Beside the Cross I’m tent­ing

and I’ll by the Cross ab­ide

And shel­tered in my Sav­ior’s love for ev­er­more shall hide;

No pre­sent storm can harm me there

nor storm of time to come;

His pre­sence will pro­tect me

and will bring me safe­ly home.

On mount­ain top He’s with me

He whose bless­èd name is Christ

And I with Him

un­til He calls me up to para­dise;

The times may have their nos­trums

but I count them all but dross;

I’ve traveled back to Cal­v’ry

and I’m tent­ing by the Cross.