Salvation, in Jesus, on the Cross

Here at Thy cross, my dying Lord,

I lay my soul beneath Thy love,

Beneath the droppings of Thy blood,

Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.

Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,

Moveless and firm this heart should lie;

Resolved--for that's my last defence--

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;

Hosannah to my dying Lord,

And my best honors to His name.