'Tis There

Verse 1

Oppressed with noonday's scorching heat, To yonder cross I flee; Beneath its shelter take my seat: No shade like this for me!

Verse 2

Beneath that cross clear waters burst-- A fountain sparkling free; And there I quench my desert thirst: No spring like this for me!

Verse 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!

Verse 4

For burdened ones a resting-place Beside that cross I see; I here cast off my weariness: No rest like this for me!