Oppressed By Noonday’s Scorching Heat,
To Yonder Cross I Flee,
Beneath Its Shelter Take My Seat-
No Shade Like This To Me !

Beneath That Cross Clear Waters Burst.
A Fountain Sparkling Free,
And There I Quench My Desert Thirst
No Spring Like This To Me !

For Burdened Ones A Resting-Place
Beside That Cross I See ;
Here I Cast Off My Weariness
No Rest Like This For Me !

A Stranger Here I Pitch My Tent
Beneath This Spreading Tree ;
Here Shall My Pilgrim Life Be Spent-
No Home Like This For Me !