Under the Cross of Jesus

We meet at the cross of Christ to­day

The sym­bol of His giv­ing;

And long for a fit­ting word to say

How sweet the peace of liv­ing.

Under the cross

the crim­son cross

Under the cross of Je­sus;

Under the cross

the crim­son cross

Under the cross of Je­sus!

We meet at the cross of Christ to sing

The sweet­ness of its sto­ry;

And still to the cross of Christ we cling

Resplendent yet with glo­ry—

We meet at the cross of Christ to bow

In ear­nest

si­lent plead­ing;

We think of the thorns up­on His brow

And lo

our hearts are bleed­ing—

We meet at the cross of Christ: O men

Was ev­er love so ea­ger?

We wait

as we search our hearts again—

O hu­man love

how mea­ger!

We meet at the cross of Christ to wait

The full­ness of His bless­ing;

We bring emp­ty hands so late

so late—

And lips so late con­fess­ing—