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The shad-ows fleebe - fore Thee, The world's true Light art Thou.

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2 Yet, Lord, we see but darkly:

O heavenly Light, arise!
Dispel these mists that shroud us,

And hide Thee from our eyes! We long to track the footprints

That Thou Thyself hast trod: We long to see the pathway

That leads to Thee, our God.

3 O Jesus, shine around us

With radiance of Thy grace;
O Jesus, turn upon us

The brightness of Thy face.
We need no star to guide us,

As on our way we press,
If Thou Thy light vouchsafest,
O Sun of Righteousness. Amen.

William W. How

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From the burn - ing of the noon-tide heat, And the bur-den of the day. A

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2 Upon the Cross of Jesus,

Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One

Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears,

These wonders I confess,
The wonder of His glorious love,

And my own worthlessness.

3 I take, O Cross, thy shadow,

For my abiding place:
I ask no other sunshine than

The sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,

To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all the Cross. Amen.

ELIZABETH C. CLEPHANE

149 SPANISH HYMN 7s. D.

Spanish Melody. Arr. by Benjamin Care

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Bend-ing from Thy throne on high, Hear our sol - emn lit - a - ny!

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2 By Thy helpless infant years,

By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress!
In the savage wilderness,
By the dread permitted hour
Of the mighty tempter's power:
Turn, () turn a favoring eye,
Hear our solemn litany!

3 By the sacred grief that wept

O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;
By the anguished sigh that told
Treachery lurked within Thy fold;
From Thy seat above the sky,
Hear our solemn litany!

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When, re - pent - ant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weep-ing eyes,

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