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W. W How.

O Jesu, Thou Art Standing.

ST. EDITH.

J. H. KNECHT.

su, Thou art

su, Thou art

stand-ing Outside the fast-closed door, knock-ing: And lo! that hand is scarred, plead-ing

In su, Thou art

ac-cents meek and low,

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O Sacred Head.

ST. BERNARD. Tr. H. W. BAKER. ST. CHRISTOPHER.

F. C. MAKER.

Sacred Head sur-round ed By crown of pierc-ing thorn!

Thy strength and vig

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see

fading in the strife, ter passion, Good Shepherd, think of

me,

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show Thy Cross to me:

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angel-hosts a dore Thee, And trem-ble as they gaze.

· su all grace supply - ing, O

turn Thy face on me.

Thy dear love con- fi - ding, And with Thy pres-ence blest.
he who dies believ ing,Dies safe - ly through Thy love. A-men.

My rich-est gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
All the vain things that charm me most, I sac

rifice them to His blood.

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Love so a-maz-ing, so di-vine, De-mands my soul, my life, my all. A-men.

Jesus, lov

er of

my soul, Let me to Thy

1. {While the near-er waters roll, while the tem-pest still

2.

bo- som

fly,

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on

Other refuge have I none, Hangs my help-less soul
Leave, O, leave me not alone, Still sup-port and com - fort
Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all
3. Let the healing streams a-bound; Make and keep me pure with

All

Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee Thou of life the fount-ain art, Free-ly let me take

is won;

1. The strife is o'er, the battle done, The victory of life 2. The powers of death have done their worst, But Christ their legions hath dis-persed; 3. The three sad days are quickly sped; He rises glo- ri-ous from the dead: 4. He closed the yawn-ing gates of hell, The bars from heav'n's high por - tals fell; 5. Lord! by the stripes which wound-ed Thee, From death's dread sting Thy ser-vants free,