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2 Idelivered thee when bound;

And, when bleeding, heal'dthywound, Sought thee wand'ring, set theeright; Turned thy darkness into light.

Can a woman's tender care

Cense towards the child she bare? Ves, she may forgetful be,

Vet will Lremember thee.

Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above;

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CHRILST has done the mighty work; Nothing left for us to do, But to enter on His toil, Unter on His triumph too.

2 His the pardon, ours the sin; Greaut the sin, the pardon great— His the good, and ours the ill; His the love, and ours the hate.

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1 AT the eross our sin we see— Learn Thy love Wwhile gazing thus; Sin which laid the eross on thee, Love which bore the eross for us.

Here we learn to serve and give, And rejoieing, self deny:

Here we gather love to live, Here we gather faith to die.

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1 Trials must and will befall; But, with humble faith, to see Love inseribed upon them all— This is happiness to me.

CHRIST HAS DOONE ALL.

AT THE CROSS.

TRIALS.

Hymns on this page to Tune 256. See also 248, 252, 17, 80.

Deeper than the depths beneath; Free and faithful, strong as death.

5 Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done: Partner of My reign shalt be:

Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?““

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint

That my love is weak and faint: Vet Ilove Thee, and adore; Oh! for grace to love Thee more.

H. Bovan.

3 His the labour, ours the rest; His the death, and ours the life; Ours the fruit of victory,

His the agony and strife.

4 He has sowed the precious seed, Nothing left for us unsown; Ours it is to reap the fleld, Make the harvest joy our ovn.

E. CHAnIUs(alt.)

3 Symbols of our Übertyr. And our service here unite? Captives, by Thy eross set ree, Soldiers of Thy eross we fight.

4 Pressing onwards as we can, Still to Thee our hearts must tend Where our earliest hopes began, There our last aspirings end.

W. Cowoern.

2 Trials make the promise sweet; Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring meé to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.

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