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KJ-92) Must Jesus bear the Cross alone, And all the world go free?

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ev'ry one, And there's a cross for me.

JOHN B. DYKES

(Second Tune)

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(88) Must Jesus bear the Cross alone, And all the world

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4 Upon the crystal pavement down
At Jesus' pierced feet,
Joyful I'll cast my golden crown,
And His dear name repeat.

No, there's a cross for ev'ry one, And there's a cross for me.

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5 O precious cross! O glorious crown! O resurrection day!

Ye angels, from the stars come down,
And bear my soul away. Amen.

THOMAS SHEPHERD

No,

GEORGE N. ALLEN

341 CULFORD 75. D.

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2 Take my feet and let them

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Take my voice and let me sing

3 Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee;
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.

Take my hands and let them move At the im - pulse of Thy love.

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4 Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise;
Take my intellect and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.

EDWARD J. HOPKINS

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crated, Lord, to Thee;

be Swift and beautiful for Thee;

Al-ways, only, for my King. A - men.

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5 Take my will, and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart: it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

6 Take my love: my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure-store;
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee! Amen.

FRANCES R. HAVERGAL

Take my hands and let them move At the im-pulse of

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HENRY K. OLIVER

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(J=100) O Son of Man, Thy- self once cross'd By ev-'ry suf-f'ring here below,

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2 O Son of God, Whose glory cast,
Its light upon Thy champion's face,
Revealing to his eyes at last

The marvels of the holiest place:

secrated, Lord, to Thee;

(May be sung to Melcombe, No. 10)

NATHANAEL S. GODFREY

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Who taught'st Thy noble martyr-host To fol-low in Thy path of woe:

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3 Be ours the faith that sees Thee stand
Beside the throne of God on high,
To succor with Thy strong right hand
Thy soldiers when to Thee they cry.

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Thy love.

4 Be ours the hope, resigned and meek,
That trusts the spirit to Thy care,
That longs Thy face in heaven to seek,
And dwell with Thee in glory there.

5 Be ours the love, divine and free,

Which asks forgiveness for our foes; Which draws, in life, its life from Thee, And, dying, finds in Thee repose. Amen. JOSEPH F. THRUPP

343 ST. POLYCARP 85. & 75. D.

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(J=80) Jesus, I my cross have taken,

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Yet how rich is my con- di- tion!

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Desti- tute, despised, for-sak - en, Thou from hence my all shalt be:

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2 Man may trouble and distress me,
"Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest:
Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me,

While Thy love is left to me;
Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

JOSEPH BARNBY

to leave, and follow Thee;

Per - ish ev'ry fond am - bi- tion, All I've sought, or hoped, or known;

God and heav'n are still my own. A-men.

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3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station

Something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smile is thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:

Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

Desti-tute, de-spised, for- sak-en, Thou from hence my all shalt be:

Perish ev'ry fond am- bi- tion, All I've sought, or hoped, or known;

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Yet how rich is my con-di-tion! God and heav'n are still my own. A-men.