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5 Not choicest meats, or noblest wines,
So much my heart refresh,
And feeds upon his flesh.
To give his word a seal :
Exceeds the figures still.
71. Infant Baptism. (S. M.)
REAT God, now condescend
To bless our rising race;
The subjects of thy grace. 2 O what a vast delight
Their happiness to see!
To lead their souls to thee.
This ordinance divine;
And make these children* thine.
The same. (L. M.)
MOME, Holy Ghost, descend from high ;
Baptizer of our spirits thou !
* Or, this infant.
2 Exert thy energy divine,
And sprinkle the atoning blood ;
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.
As a most cheerful offering;
While we our right to thee resign.
O may he bave his intrest there;
Do thou annex his seal in heav'n.
Find thee the God of Israel near ;
And cheer and quicken ev'ry heart.
With thyself on us bestow'd,
Bless and bring them up for God.
Favourites of the Deity,
The same. (P. M.)
That doth for helpless children care,
And in his gentle bosom bare ?
With joy my sleeping babes I see,
And comprehend eternity.
And bless them in thy service here;
A principle of pious fear;
Long may they live to glorify,
And spotless to thy bosom fly. 76. The same. (P. M.)
ESUS, kind, inviting Lord,
We with joy obey thy word,
Bring our little ones to thee. 2 Born they are, like us, in sin,
Touch th’ unconscious lepers clean ;
Save them by thy dying prayer. 77.
The same. (C. M.) 1
BEHOLD what condescending love
The riches of his grace.
2 He still the ancient promise keeps,
To our forefathers giv'n:
And calls them heirs of heav'n,
3 “ Permit them to approach,” he cries,
“ Nor scorn their humble name:
“ The Lord of angels came.”
4 We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands,
And yield them up to thee:
Thine let our offspring be.
And form his soul for God,
And wash him in thy blood.
6 Thus to the parents and their seed,
Let thy salvation come:
In one eternal home.
THE LORD'S SUPPER.
78. The Passion and Exaltation of Christ. (C. M.)
And mournful pleasure sing,
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;
4" With rage they persecute the man,
“ That groans beneath thy wound;
5 “ They tread my honour to the dust,
“ And laugh when I complain;
“ 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:
“ But meet with no relief.
8“ With vinegar they mock my thirst;
“They give me gall for food :