Oppressed By Noonday’s Scorching Heat,
To Yonder Cross I Flee,
Beneath Its Shelter Take My Seat
No Shade Like This To Me!

Beneath That Cross Clear Waters Burst,
A Fountain Sparkling Free,
And There I Quench My Desert Thirst
No Spring Like This To Me!

For Burdened Ones A Resting Place
Beside That Cross I See;
I Here Cast Off My Weariness
No Rest Like This For Me!

A Stranger Here, I Pitch My Tent
Beneath This Spreading Tree;
Here Shall My Pilgrim Life Be Spent
No Home Like This For Me!