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!
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #709
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11251||The Shadow Of The Cross||Oppressed with noon-day’s scorching heat||BUCKLEY||Horatius Bonar||DM||<cite>Hymns of Faith and Hope</cite> (London: James Nisbet, 1857)|