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A home with - in the wil - der - ness,
From the burn - ing of the noon-tide heat, And the bur-den of the day. A - men.
up - on the way,
2 Upon the Cross of Jesus,
Mine eye at times can see
Who suffered there for me;
These wonders I confess,
And my own worthlessness.
3 I take, O Cross, thy shadow,
For my abiding place:
The sunshine of His face;
To know no gain nor loss,
ELIZABETH C. CLEPHANE
149 SPANISH HYMN 7s. D.
Spanish Melody. Arr. by BENJAMIN CARR
jour! when in dust to Thee Low we bow th' a - dor-ing knee,
When, re - pent - ant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weep - ing eyes,
Oh! by all Thy pains and
Suf - fered once for
man be - low,
Bend-ing from Thy throne on high, Hear our sol - emn lit - a - ny! A- men.
3 By the sacred grief that wept
O’er the grave where Lazarus slept;