Author: BonarHymnal: The Voice of Praise #709 (1873)Meter: 8.6.8.6Lyrics: 1 Oppressed with noonday's scorching heat,
To yonder cross I flee;
Beneath its shelter take my seat:
No shade like this for me!
2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst--
A fountain sparkling free;
And there I quench my desert thirst:
No spring like this for me!
3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent
Beneath this spreading tree;
Here shall my pilgrim life be spent:
No home like this for me!
4 For burdened ones a resting-place
Beside that cross I see;
I here cast off my weariness:
No rest like this for me!Topics: The Christian Life Honor and Influence; Excellencies of ReligionScripture: Psalm 23:2
Author: Horatius BonarHymnal: The Sacrifice of Praise. psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs designed for public worship and private devotion, with notes on the origin of hymns. #147 (1869)