And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ
In the eternal world of joy.
The Sabbath commemorates Christ's resur-
rection.
THIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own.
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day arose our glorious head,
And death's dread empire fell,
To-day the saints his triumph spread,
And all its wonders tell.
3 Hosannah! the anointed King
Ascends his destin'd throne:
To God your grateful homage bring,
And his Messiah own.
Blest be the Lord, who came to men
With messages of grace;
Who came in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.
5 Hosannah in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise!
The highest heav'ns in which he reigns
Shall give him nobler praise.
(383.) S. M.
Baptism of children.
LORD! what our ears have heard,
Our eyes delighted trace,
Thy love in long succession shown
To ev'ry virtuous race.
Our children thou dost claim,
And mark them out for thine?
Ten thousand blessings to thy name
For goodness so divine!
3 Thy cov'nant may they keep,
And bless the happy bands,
Which closer still engage their hearts
To honour thy commands.
4 How great thy mercies, Lord!
How plenteous is thy grace,
Which in the promise of thy love
Includes our rising race!
5 Our offspring, still thy care,
Shall own their fathers' God,
To latest times thy blessings share,
And sound thy praise abroad.
(584.) C. M. Infant Baptism.
SEE Israel's gentle shepherd stand,
With all-engaging charms!
Hark! how he calls the tender lambs,
And takes them in his arms!
2 "Permit them to approach, (he cries)
Nor scorn their humble name;
It was to save such souls as these,
With pow'r and love I came.
3 We bring them, Lord, with grateful hearts,
And yield them up to thee;
Rejoic'd that we ourselves are thine,
Thine let our offspring be!
4 Thus Lydia's house was sanctified,
When she receiv'd the word;
Thus the believing jailer gave
His family to the Lord.
5 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;
Ye children, seek his face;
And fly with transport to receive
The gospel of his grace.
6 If orphans they are left behind,
Thy care, O God! we trust;
And let thy promise cheer our hearts,
If weeping o'er their dust.
Infant Baptism. Mark x. 14
BEHOLD what condescending love
Jesus on earth displays!
To babes and sucklings he extends
The riches of his grace!
2 He still the ancient promise keeps,
To our forefathers giv'n;
Young children in his arms he takes,
And calls them heirs of heaven.
3 "Permit them to approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble name;
For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came.'
4 We bring them, Lord, with thankful hearts,
And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.
5 Kindly receive this tender branch,
And form his soul for God;
Baptize him with thy spirit Lord
And wash him with thy blood.
6 ["Thus to their parents and their seed
Let thy salvation come;
And num'rous households meet at last,
In one eternal home."]
He who believes and is baptis'd,
Salvation shall obtain."
2 Let plenteous grace descend on those,
Who, hoping in his word,
This day have publicly declar'd,
That Jesus is their Lord.
3 With cheerful feet may they go on,
And run the Christian race;
And in the troubles of the way,
Find all-sufficient grace.
4 And when the awful message comes,
To call their souls away;
May they be found prepar'd to live
In realms of endless day.
Baptism. Matt. xxviii. 18, 23.
1. COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Honour the means enjoin'd by Thee, Make good our Apostolic boast,
And own thy glorious ministry.
2 We now thy promis'd presence claim,
Sent to disciple all mankind,
Sent to baptize into thy name,
We now thy promis'd presence find.
8 Father in these reveal thy son,
In these for whom we seek thy face,
The hidden mystery make known,
The inward, pure, baptizing grace.
Jesus, with us Thou always art,
Establish now the sacred sign,
The gift unspeakable impart,
And bless thine erdinance Divine.
$ Spirit divine, descend from high, Baptizer of our spirits Thou,
The sacramental seal apply,
And witness with the water now.
6 Oh! that the souls baptiz'd herein,
May now thy truth and mercy feel:
Arise, and wash away their sin-
Come, Holy Ghost, their pardon seal.
5. THE LORD'S SUPPER,
See Hymns from 99 to 171 inclusive.
A preparatory Thought for the Lord's
Supper. Is. liii. 1, 2, 3.
WHAT heavenly man, or lovely God,
Comes marching downward from the skies?
Array'd in garments roll'd in blood,
With joy and pity in his eyes?
2 The Lord! the Saviour! yes, 'tis he!
I know him by the smiles he wears!
Dear glorious man that died for me,
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears!
3 Lo! he reveals his shining breast,
I own those wounds, and I adore;
Lo! he prepares a royal feast,
Sweet fruit of those sharp pangs he bore!
4 Whence flow these favours so divine?
Lord! why so lavish of thy blood?
Why for such earthly souls as mine,
This heavenly wine, this sacred food?
5 'Twas his own love that made him bleed,
That nail'd him to the cursed tree;
"Twas his own love the table spread
For such unworthy worms as we!
6 Then let us taste the Saviour's love;
Come, Faith, and feed upon the Lord:
With glad consent our lips shall move,
And sweet hosannas crown the board.
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