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Ithamar Conkey.

8s & 75.

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In the Cross of Christ.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo, it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds new lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the cross of Christ I glory,

13 Another fleeting day is gone;

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But soon a fairer day shall rise, A day whose never-setting sun Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies. Collyer.

Christ always.

1 Saviour, when night involves the skies, My soul, adoring, turns to thee,— Thee, self-abased in mortal guise,

And wrapped in shades of death for me.

2 On thee my waking raptures dwell,
When crimson gleams the east adorn;
Thee, Victor of the grave and hell;
Thee, Source of life's eternal morn.
3 When noon her throne in light arrays,
To thee my soul triumphant springs;
Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze;
Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings.

4 O'er earth, when shades of evening steal,
To death and thee my thoughts I give:
To death, whose power I soon must feel;-
To thee, with whom I trust to live.

Gisborne,