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.
Sir John Bowring, 1825.
132 Rathbun. 8s & 7s.
(980) Looking to the Cross.
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing,