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5 Not choicest meats, or noblest wines,

So much my heart refresh,
As when my faith goes thro' the signs,

And feeds upon his flesh.
6 I love the Lord, who stoops so low,

To give his word a seal :
But the rich grace his hands bestow,

Exceeds the figures still.

71. Infant Baptism. (S. M.)
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REAT God, now condescend

To bless our rising race;
Soon may their willing spirits bend,

The subjects of thy grace. 2 O what a vast delight

Their happiness to see!
Our warmest wishes all upite

To lead their souls to thee.
3 Now bless, thou God of love,

This ordinance divine;
Send thy good Spirit from above,

And make these children* thine.

72.

The same. (L. M.)

1 COB

MOME, Holy Ghost, descend from high ;

Baptizer of our spirits thou !
The sacramental seal apply,
And witness with the water now.

* Or, this infant.

1 ETI

2 Exert thy energy divine,

And sprinkle the atoning blood ;
May Father, Son, and Spirit join,

To seal this child, a child of God. 73. The same. (L. M.)

"TERNAL God, in whom we live,

From whom all blessings we receive; Ourselves and ours we owe to thee,

And thine we would for ever be.
2 To thee our infant babe we bring,

As a most cheerful offering;
Accept him, Lord, as benceforth thine,

While we our right to thee resign.
3 Lord, in that cov'nant which we share,

O may he bave his intrest there;
And to the outward seal bere giv'n,

Do thou annex his seal in heav'n.
4 Now let the whole assembly here,

Find thee the God of Israel near ;
Thy choicest blessings, Lord, impart,

And cheer and quicken ev'ry heart.
74. The same. (P. M.)
1 OLY Child, our children take

With thyself on us bestow'd,
Partners of thy nature make,

Bless and bring them up for God.
2 Give them in thy grace to grow,

Favourites of the Deity,
Favourites of thy saints below,
Perfectly conform'd to thee.

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75.

The same. (P. M.)
HO is this tender-hearted Friend,

That doth for helpless children care,
That doth my little ones defend,

And in his gentle bosom bare ?
The arms, within whose soft embrace

With joy my sleeping babes I see,
They measure uncreated space,

And comprehend eternity.
2 Thy hands upon our children lay,

And bless them in thy service here;
Into their tender hearts convey

A principle of pious fear;
Thee, by a life of holy fear,

Long may they live to glorify,
Or, innocent from earth remove,

And spotless to thy bosom fly. 76. The same. (P. M.)

ESUS, kind, inviting Lord,

We with joy obey thy word,
In their earliest infancy

Bring our little ones to thee. 2 Born they are, like us, in sin,

Touch th’ unconscious lepers clean ;
Purchase of thy blood they are,

Save them by thy dying prayer. 77.

The same. (C. M.) 1

BEHOLD what condescending love
To babes and sucklings he extends

The riches of his grace.

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2 He still the ancient promise keeps,

To our forefathers giv'n:
Young children in his arms he takes,

And calls them heirs of heav'n,

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 hands,

And yield them up to thee:
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,

Thine let our offspring be.
5 Kindly receive this tender branch,

And form his soul for God,
Baptize him with thy Spirit, Lord,

And wash him in thy blood.

6 Thus to the parents and their seed,

Let thy salvation come:
And num'rous households meet at last

In one eternal home.

THE LORD'S SUPPER.

78. The Passion and Exaltation of Christ. (C. M.)

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1 Now let our lips with holy fear,

And mournful pleasure sing,
The suff'rings of our great High-Priest,

The sorrows of our King.

2 He sinks in floods of deep distress ;

How high the waters rise ! While to his heavenly Father's ear,

He sends perpetual cries.

3 “ Hear me, O Lord ! and save thy Son,

“ Nor hide thy shining face;
Why should thy fav’rite look like one
“ Forsaken of thy grace?

4" With rage they persecute the man,

That groans beneath thy wound;
“ While for a sacrifice I pour
“ My life upon the ground.

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5 “ They tread my honour to the dust,

“ And laugh when I complain;
“ Their sharp insulting slanders add

“ Fresh anguish to my pain.

6 " All my reproach is known to thee,

The scandal, and the shame; Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, “ And lies defiled my name.

7 “ I look'd for pity, but in vain ;

My kindred are my grief:
I ask my friends for comfort round,

“ But meet with no relief.

8“ With vinegar they mock my thirst;

They give me gall for food :
And, sporting with my dying groans,
“ They triumph in my blood.

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