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

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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 CARR

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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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