Beneath the Cross                                               

Our Savior rests upon

the Cross.

The wood entrenched atop

the globe.

His blood hath run in rivers

straight.

O'er all the world it hath

spread.

Oh sweetest wood,

Oh sweetest nails,

Oh precious blood!

Come, let us, bending knee, adore!

Rest, oh weary soul; beneath the Cross

most pure.

Prostrate there upon the

ground.

His blood running o'er thy

loving tears.

Oh sweetest wood,

Oh sweetest nails,

Oh precious blood!

Come, let us, bending knee, adore!

Magdalene doth weep beneath

the wood.

Our mother dear hath stood there

below.

As His precious blood hath

flowed;

In rivers o'er all the

earth.

Oh sweetest wood,

Oh sweetest nails,

Oh precious blood!

Come, let us, bending knee, adore!

Oh holy Cross that hath

redeemed.

Bless us now once

more.

As the blood that stains thee

cries aloft!

Oh sweetest wood,

Oh sweetest nails,

Oh precious blood!

Come, let us, bending knee, adore!

My heart doth sing with joy at the wood that

hath redeemed me.

My heart cries out in sorrow at the five

most precious wounds;

Dripping blood for my

salvation.

Oh sweetest wood,

Oh sweetest nails,

Oh precious blood!

Come, let us, bending knee, adore.

Come, let us rest beneath the

wood.

Embrace and kiss His

aching feet.

Let His blood flow over

us.

As we do homage to the

King of all.

Remember now oh,

sweetest child.

The scars that Christ thy Lord

doth bear.

Remember now the pain He

hath endured.

Adore and glorify thy Savior who hath

redeemed the world!

Oh sweetest wood,

Oh sweetest nails,

Oh precious blood.

Come, let us, bending knee, adore.