I am resting in the shadow
I am resting in the shadowOf the cross of Calvary;Long I shunned its shade inviting,Now so grateful unto me.Worldly gain and worldly pleasure—Once declared my joy to be—Are eclipsed beyond all measureWhile my dying Lord I see.
I am resting, sweetly resting:'Tis the safest place for meTo be resting in the shadowOf the cross of Calvary.
O 'twere hard thro' all life's journey,Toiling 'neath a burning sun,Hard to think no rest is offeredTill the long, long day is done.Hush! my heart, there is a solace,'Tis this precious thought to me:I will kneel, and rest a momentIn the shade of Calvary.
Rest is sweet to pilgrims weary,Earnest toil brings calm repose;They who wait for day's declining,Find no pleasure at its close.Rest not, then, though but a moment,In the shade that self may cast:Lift the Cross, and in its shadowFind eternal rest at last.