He was despised and rejected by men,
 a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief
 he was despised, and we esteemed him not
Surely he has borne our griefs
 and carried our sorrows
he was pierced for our sins
 upon him was the punishment
 that brought us peace,
 and with his wounds we are healed

Beneath the cross of Jesus
I choose to take my stand;
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat
And burdens of the day.

 Upon that cross of Jesus
Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffer'd there for me;
And from my striken heart, with tears,
Two wonders I confess:
The wonders of redeeming love,
And my unworthiness.

I take, O cross, your shadow
For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of his face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain or loss;
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the cross.

He was despised and rejected by men,
 a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief
 he was despised, and we esteemed him not
Surely he has borne our griefs
 and carried our sorrows
he was pierced for our sins
 upon him was the punishment
 that brought us peace,
 and with his wounds we are healed

Words by Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane from Hymn 'Beneath The Cross Of Jesus'  Adapted by  Norman Brule