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And your gates shall all be-Praise. mf 2 There, like streams that feed the garden,

Pleasures, without end, shall flow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,

All his bounty shall bestow :
Still, in undisturbed possession,

Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression-

Hear the voice of war again.
3 Ye, no more your suns declining,

Waning moons no more shall see;
But, your griefs for ever ending,

Find eternal noon in me:
God will rise, and, shining o'er you,

Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, will be your glory,

God your everlasting light.

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HYMN 453, 98. 453

Winning Souls. af 1

WOULD you win a soul to God ?

Tell him of a Saviour's blood,
Once for dying sinners spilt,

To atone for all their guilt.
2 Tell him how the streams did glide,

From his hands, his feet, his side,
How his head, with thorns, was crowned,

And his heart in sorrow drowned:
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How he agonized in death,
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Christ, our advocate and head.
4 Tell him,-it was sovereign grace

Led thee first to seek his face ;
Made thee choose the better part,

Wrought salvation in thy heart.
6 Tell him of that liberty,

Wherewith Jesus makes us free!

Sweetly speak of sins forgiven, mf Earnest of the joys of heaven.

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HYMN 454, 8s, 78 and 4.

Fountain of Life.
1 from Zion's sacred mountain,

Streams of living water flow!
God has opened there a fountain,

That supplies the plains below:
They are blesséd,

Who its sovereign virtues know.
2 Through ten thousand channels flowing,

Streams of mercy find their way;
Life, and health, and joy bestowing,

Making all around look gay:
O ye nations!

Hail the long-expected day.
mf 3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure,

All-enriching as it goes;
Lo, the desert smiles with pleasure, -

Buds and blossoms as the rose :
Every object

Sings for joy where'er it flows.
4 Trees of life, the banks adorning,

Yield their fruit to all around;
Those who eat are saved from mourning,

Pleasure comes, and hopes abound;
Fair their portion !-

Endless life, with glory crowned.

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ORDINANCES.

HYMN 455, C. M. 455

Christ receiving Children. dol

1 SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand,
Hark! how he calls the tender lambs,

And folds them in his arms!
2 “Permit them to approach,” he cries,

“Nor scorn their humble name;

For 't was to bless such souls as these, mf

The Lord of angels came.”

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3 We bring them, Lord ! in thankful hands,

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

Thine let our offspring be.
4 Ye little flock! with pleasure hear,-

Ye children! seek his face;
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The blessings of his grace. тр 5 If orphans they are left behind,

Thy guardian care we trust ;

That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
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If weeping o'er their dust.

HYMN 455, L. M. 456

Infant Baptism.
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We bring our intant to thy throne;
Give it within thy heart a place,

Let it be thine, and thine alone.
2 Wash it from every stain of guilt,

And let this child be sanctified;
Lord! thou canst cleanse it, if thou wilt,

And all its native evils hide.
3 We ask not, for it, earthly bliss,

Or earthly honors, wealth or fame :
The sum of our request is this,

That it may love and fear thy name.
4 This infant we, by faitlı

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To thy kind love and guardian care;
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We lay it at the Saviour's feet,
He will not let it perish there.

HYMN 457, C. M.
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1 HOW large the promise--how divine,

To !
“I'll be a God to thee and thine,

Supplying all their need."
2 The words of his extensive love,

From age to age, endure;
The Angel of the covenant proves,

And soals the blessings sure.

The Promise to Abraham.

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3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms,

To our forefathers given;
He takes young children in his arms,

And calls them heirs of heaven.
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His love endures the same;

Nor, from the promise of his grace, mp

Blots out the children's name.

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HYMN 458, S. M.

Christ blessing Children. тр 1

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HE Saviour kindly calls

Our children to his breast;
He holds them in his gracious arms ;-

Himself declares them blest.
2 “Let them approach,” he cries,

"Nor scorn their humble claim;
The heirs of heaven are such as these,

For such as these I came.'
mf 3 With joy we bring them, Lord !

Devoting them to thee,
Imploring, that, as we are thine,

Thine may our offspring be.

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HYMN 459, C. M. 459

The Saviour blessing Children.
1 WHEN Jesus left the throne of God,

He chose an humble birth; тр A man of grief, like us, he trod P

A lonely path on earth.
2 Like him, may we be found below,

In wisdom's paths of peace;
Like him, in grace and knowledge, grow,

As years and strength increase.
dol 3 Sweet were his words, and kind his look,

When mothers round him pressed ;
Their infants, in his arms, he took,

And on his bosom blessed. mf 4 When Jesus into Salem iode,

The children sang around;
For joy, they plucked the palms, and strewed

Their garments on the ground.

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f" 5 “Hosanna !"-our glad voices raise

“ Hosanna to our King !"
Could we forget our Saviour's praise,
The stones themselves would sing,

HYMN 460, C. M. 460

Infants, living or dying, in the Arms of Christ.
1 HY life I read, my dearest Lord !

With transport all-divine;
Thine image trace, in every word,

Thy love, in every line.
2 With joy, I see a thousand charms,

Spread o'er thy lovely face;
While infants in thy tender arms,

Receive the smiling grace.
тр 3 “I take these little lambs,” said he,

“And lay them on my breast;
Protection they shall find in me-

In me, be ever blest.
4 "Death may the bands of life unloose,

But can 't dissolve my love;
Millions of infant souls compose

The family above.
5 “Their feeble frames my power shall raise

And mould with heavenly skill;
I'll give them tongues to sing my praise,

And hands to do my will."
6 His words, ye happy parents! hear,

And shout, with joys divine:
Dear Saviour! all we have and are

Shall be for ever thine.

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HYMN 461, s. M. 461

The Spirit in Baptism. m 1 AREAT God! now condescend

Soon may their willing spirits bend,

The subjects of thy grace.
2 Oh! what a pure delight

Their happiness to see!
Our warinest wishes all unite,

To lead their souls to thee.

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