HYMN 324. L. M.
The Eternal Sabbath. Heb. iv. 9.
TTVHINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,

1 But there's a nobler rest above:
To that our longing souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.
2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose ;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
Obscures the lustre of thy throne.
4 Around thy throne, grant we may meet,
And give us but the lowest seat;
We'll shout thy praise, and join the song,
Of the triumphant, holy throng.

HYMN 325. C. M. The Covenant with Abraham and all Believers

the same...... A Hymn for Baptism. VVHEN God the patriarch Abr'am call’d,

VV And chose him for his own ; “ Abram,” he said, “ behold thy God,

And own thyself my son.
2“ A gracious cov'nant now I make,

To give thee Canaan's rest;
From thee shall come a glorious seed,

To make the nations blest.
3 “ This promise is to thee reveai'd

To raise thy hope and love ;
By faith behold my first-born Son,

Descending from above.

4 “ Hear my command, nor dare transgress,

But own my right divine ; 'Tis circumcision I ordain,

To mark thy sons as mine.
5 “ By this make known and seal thy faith,

Thy children give to God;
And learn the meaning of the rite,

Which points to purer blood.” 6 Lord ! may we come with Abram's faith,

To thee our infants give ; Accept our babes, impart the grace

Which makes young sinners live.
7 Thy cov’nant ever stands the same,

Seal'd by a rite that's new ;
Baptiz'd and mark’d, O Lord, as thine,
Now form their hearts anew.

• HYMN 326. C. M. Little Children presented to Christ in Baptism. LTOW great our glorious Shepherd's love, 11 Display'd in all its forms! He feeds his fock, he guards his lambs,

And folds them in his arms.
2 “Forbid them not,” he says, “ to come,

And taste a Saviour's love ;
They stand within my kingdom here,

And shall in heav'n above.
3 “ In all my promises of good

Made to my church below, I ne'er forgot, I still include

Their infant offspring too." 4 Let us accept the offer'd grace,

And give our babes to God ; By faith apply the gospel seal,

Which points to Jesu's blood.

5 Encourag'd by his word, we come,

With humble hope inspir'd ; That he will take them in his arms, And give the grace requir'd.

HYMN 327. L. M.

Circumcision and Baptism.
ONCE did the sons of Abram pass

U Under the bloody seal of grace ;
The young disciples bore the yoke,
Till Christ the painful bondage broke.
2 By milder ways doth Jesus prove,
His Father's cov’nant and his love ;
He seals to saints his glorious grace,
And not forbids their infant race.
3 Their seed are sprinkled with his blood,
Their children set apart for God;
His Spirit on their offspring shed,
Like water pour'd upon the head.
4 Let ev'ry saint, with cheerful voice,
In this large covenant rejoice ;
Young children, in their early days, .
Shall give the God of Abr'am praise. .

HYMN 328. C. M.
Look on Him whom they Pierced, and Mourn.
TNFINITE grief, amazing woe !
1 Behold my bleeding Lord !
Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death,

And us'd the Roman sword.
2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain,

My dear Redeemer bore,
When knotty whips, and ragged thorns,

His sacred body tore.

3 But knotty whips, and ragged throns,

In vain do I acciise :
In vain I blame the Roman bands,

And the more spiteful Jews.
4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,

His chief tormentors were ; Each of my crimes became a nail,

And unbelief the spear. 5 'Twere you, that pull'd the vengeance down

Upon his guiltless head; Break, break my heart, Oh, burst mine eyes,

And let my sorrows bleed.
6 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul,

Till melting waters flow,
And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe.

HYMN 329. L. M.
Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ.

Gal. vi. 14.
UTTHEN I survey the wond'rous cross,

V On which the Prince of glory dy'd,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And mourning weep o'er all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet;
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4. His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

HYMN 330. L. M.

Strength from a view of the Cross. W HEN I the blest Redeemer see,

W All bleeding on th’accursed tree ; Satan and sin no more can move, For I am all transform'd to love. 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, In ev'ry groan I bear a part; I view his wounds with streaming eyes, But see! he bows his head and dies ! 3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God, Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood; Behold his side, and venture near, The spring of endless life is here. 4 Here I forget my cares and pains; I drink, yet still my thirst remains ; Only the fountain head above Can satisfy the thirst of love. 5 Oh, that I thus could always feel ! Lord, more and more thy love reveal! Then my glad tongie shall loud proclaim The grace and glory of thy name,