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HYMN 324. L. M.
1 But there's a nobler rest above:
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.
To give thee Canaan's rest;
To make the nations blest.
To raise thy hope and love ;
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.
Thy children give to God;
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.
Seal'd by a rite that's new ;
• 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.
And taste a Saviour's love ;
And shall in heav'n above.
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.
U Under the bloody seal of grace ;
HYMN 328. C. M.
And us'd the Roman sword.
My dear Redeemer bore,
His sacred body tore.
3 But knotty whips, and ragged throns,
In vain do I acciise :
And the more spiteful Jews.
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.
Till melting waters flow,
HYMN 329. L. M.
Gal. vi. 14.
V On which the Prince of glory dy'd,
4. His dying crimson, like a robe,
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,