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I walk with the King, hal-le- lu - jah! I walk with the King, praise His name!

No long-er I roam, my soul fac-es home, I walk and I talk with the King.

This song recorded on RAINBOW RECORD No. 100)

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The Old Rugged Cross.

COPRIGHT, 1913, BY GEO. BENNARD.

WORDS AND MUSIC.

HOMER A. RODEHEAVER, OWNER.

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G. B.

SOLO AND CHORUS.

Rev. Geo. Bennard.

1. On a hill far away stood an old rug-ged cross, The
2. Oh, that old rug-ged cross, so de-spised by the world, Has a
3. In the old rug-ged cross, stained with blood so di-vine, A
4. To the old rug-ged cross I will ev
er be true, Its

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And my heart is sore distressed, In the love of Christ my Savior I find perfect rest. And a-bove the mists of sin, In the glo-ry of the sunlit hills New life be- gin. Where the path of life may wend, Till I reach the gates of glory And my journey's end.

CHORUS.

I will leave the misty val-ley for the sunlit hills a-bove, Yes, I'll leave the misty

val-ley for the hills above; God has led me from the shad-ow to the sun-light

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