The Voice of Praise ‎#709

709. Oppressed with noonday's scorching heat

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!

Text Information

• First Line: Oppressed with noonday's scorching heat
• Author: Bonar
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Psalm 23:2
  ;
  Psalm 91:1-2
  ;
  Isaiah 4:6
  ;
  Isaiah 32:2
  ;
  Isaiah 53:3-4
  ;
  Zechariah 13:1
• Topic: The Christian Life: Honor and Influence; Excellencies of Religion

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