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Upon that Cross.

2 Upon that 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,

Two wonders I confess,

The wonders 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.

Miss E. C. Clephane.

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L. M.

L. Mason.

I O Thou, to whom in ancient time
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in songs sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing
tongue!

2 Not now on Zion's height alone

Thy favored worshiper may dwell;
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer-
The incense of the heart-may rise
To heaven and find acceptance there.
4 O thou, to whom in ancient time
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
Pierpont.