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 Abr'am'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. TOW great our glorious Shepherd's love,

H Display'd in all its forms

He feeds his flock, he guards his lambs,
And folds them in his arms.

"to come,

2 "Forbid them not," he says,
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.

NCE did the sons of Abr'am pass
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.
INFINITE grief, amazing woe!
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 accuse:

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.

Won which the Prince of glory dy'd,

HEN I survey the wond'rous cross,

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.

WHEN I the best Redeemer see,

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 tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy name,

6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for every wound,
Then I with love thy praise resound.

HYMN 331. As 50th Psalm.

God's love to the world in sending Christ for its Redemption. John iii. 16.

SING to the Lord a new melodious song Assist the choir, ye tribes of every tongue : Wide as the world his sov'reign mercy reigns; Wide as the world resound the rapt'rous strains. Ye angels, join the joyful acclamation, And sing the love, that brings to men salvation. 2 His gracious eye beheld in full survey, Where Adam's race in mingled ruin lay; No human aid the danger could avert; No angel's hand could soothe the raging smart : In his own breast divine compassion rises, And the grand scheme the host of Heav'n surprises.

3 God's only Son, with heav'nly glories bright, His Father's fairest image and delight,

Justice and grace the victim have decreed To wear our flesh, and in that flesh to bleed : Prostrate in dust, ye sinners, all adore him, And tremble, while your hearts rejoice before him.

4 The wond'rous work is done; the Cov'nant stood,

And Christ atones for human guilt with blood: Nail'd to the tree, he bows his sacred head; A mangled corpse he sojourns with the dead: Rising, the Gospel sends thro' ev'ry nation; Sinners, believe, and gain complete salvation.