Here at Thy Cross, My Dying God

Here at Thy cross

my dy­ing God

I lay my soul be­neath Thy love

Beneath the drop­pings of Thy blood

Jesus! nor shall it e’er re­move.

Not all that ty­rants think or say

With rage and light­ning in their eyes

Nor hell shall fright my heart away

Should hell with all its le­gions rise.

Should worlds con­spire to drive me then­ce

Moveless and firm this heart should lie;

Resolved (for that’s my last de­fense)

If I must perish

there to die.

But speak

my Lord

and calm my fear;

Am I not safe be­neath Thy shade?

Thy ven­geance will not strike me here

Nor Sa­tan dares my soul in­vade.

Yes

I’m se­cure be­neath Thy blood

And all my foes shall lose their aim;

Hosanna to my dy­ing God;

And my best hon­ors to His name.