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, 6 Lord! may we come with Abr'am's faith, 7 Thy cov❜nant ever stands the same, 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, "to come, 2 "Forbid them not," he says, And shall in heav'n above. 3 "In all my promises of good Made to my church below, 5 Encourag'd by his word, we come, HYMN 327. L. M. Circumcision and Baptism. NCE did the sons of Abr'am pass 3 Their seed are sprinkled with his blood, 4 Let ev'ry saint, with cheerful voice, HYMN 328. C. M. Look on Him whom they Pierced, and Mourn. Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, 2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain, When knotty whips, and ragged thorns, 3 But knotty whips, and ragged throns, In vain do I accuse: In vain I blame the Roman bands, 4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, 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, And deep repentance drown mine eyes 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. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 4 His dying crimson, like a robe, 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, HYMN 330. L. M. Strength from a view of the Cross. WHEN I the best Redeemer see, All bleeding on th' accursed tree; 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, In ev'ry groan I bear a part; I view his wounds with streaming eyes, 3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God, 5 Oh, that I thus could always feel! 6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear, 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. |