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burn-ing of the noon-tide heat, And the bur-den of the day.
Upon the cross of Jesus,
Mine eye at times can see The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me.
These wonders I confess,-
And my own worthlessness.
For my abiding-place;
The sunshine of His face;
To know no gain nor loss, My sinful self my only shame, My glory all the cross. Amen.
ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE
Nearer, My God, to Thee
Bethany 64 64 66 64
1. Near - er, my God, to Thee, Near - er to Thee, E'en tho' it be
God, to Thee, Near - er, my God, to Thee, Near - er
to Thee. A-men.
Who soughtest me with ten - der care Thro' all my wanderings wild and drear;
Tr. CATHERINE WINKWORTH
4 What are they, but His jewels
Of right celestial worth? What are they but the ladder,
Set up to heaven on earth ? O happy band of pilgrims,
Look upward to the skies; Where such a light affliction Shall win you such a prize. Amen.
JOHN MASON NEALE
O Jesus, I Have Promised Day of Rest 76 76 76 76
JAMES WILLIAM ELLIOTT
And in them plant mine own,
Is in Thy strength alone.
Uphold me to the end;
john ERNEST BODE