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SACRED SONGS.
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It was thou, who to set thy lost little ones free,
Endured'st, dear Lord, thy sad death on the tree.
Unnotic'd by thee not a sparrow may fall,
And thy Cross is the shadow encompassing all.

O Jesu, 'mid darkness I know thou art near,
Thine arm is around me, no evil I fear;
Thou, Lord, while I sleep keepest watch over me,
And when I wake up I am present with thee.

Thy mercies each morning and evening are new,
And so should my song of thanksgiving be too;
But oh, 'tis thy grace that alone can impart
A grateful, a loving, a sanctified heart.


11. The Passion Flower.

Flower, whose mystic beauty tells of One
Who died for me,
Of earth's blooming children there are none
I love like thee.
Picture thou of Christ's most blessed cross
To gentle, faithful eyes,
Pointing brightly from a world of dross
To yonder skies.