CORONATION.

C. M.

OLIVER HOLDEN.

822 The minister's only business.
1 JESUS! the name high over all,
In hell, or earth, or sky;
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.

2 Jesus! the name to sinners dear,
The name to sinners given;

It scatters all their guilty fear;
It turns their hell to heaven.

3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan's head;

Power into strengthless souls he speaks, And life into the dead.

40 that the world might taste and see The riches of his grace!

The arms of love that compass me
Would all mankind embrace.

5 His only righteousness I show,
His saving truth proclaim:
'Tis all my business here below,
To cry, "Behold the Lamb!"'

6 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp his name;
Preach him to all, and cry in death,
"Behold, behold the Lamb!'

2 'Tis not a cause of small import

The pastor's care demands;
But what might fill an angel's heart,
And filled a Saviour's hands.

3 They watch for souls for which the Lord Did heavenly bliss forego;

For souls which must forever live

In raptures or in woe.

4 May they that Jesus, whom they preach, Their own Redeemer see;

And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for thee.

824

PHILIP DODDRIDGE.

Clothed with salvation.

1 JESUS, the word of mercy give, And let it swiftly run;

And let the priests themselves believe, And put salvation on.

2 Jesus, let all thy servants shine Illustrious as the sun;

And, bright with borrowed rays divine, Their glorious circuit run.

3 As giants may they run their race,
Exulting in their might;

As burning luminaries, chase
The gloom of hellish night.

4 As the bright Sun of righteousness,
Their healing wings display;
And let their luster still increase
Unto the perfect day.

CHARLES WESLEY:

VALETE.

L. M. 61.

SIR ARTHUR SEYMOUR SULLIVAN.

825 Training the soldiers of Christ.
1 CAPTAIN of our salvation, take
The souls we here present to thee,
And fit for thy great service make
These heirs of immortality;
And let them in thine image rise,
And then transplant to paradise.
2 Unspotted from the world, and pure,
Preserve them for thy glorious cause,
Accustomed daily to endure

The welcome burden of thy cross;
Inured to toil and patient pain,
Till all thy perfect mind they gain.
3 Train up thy hardy soldiers, Lord,

In all their Captain's steps to tread;
Or send them to proclaim the word,
Thy gospel through the world to spread;
Freely as they receive to give,
And preach the death by which we live.

2 My loving Father, here dost thou
Proclaim me as thy child and heir;
Thou, faithful Saviour, bidd'st me now
The fruit of all thy sorrows share;
Thou, Holy Ghost, wilt comfort me
When darkest clouds around I see.

3 Hence, Prince of darkness! hence, my foe!

Another Lord hath purchased me;
My conscience tells of sin, yet know,

Baptized in Christ, I fear not thee:
Away, vain world! sin, leave me now!
I turn from you; God hears my vow.
4 And never let me waver more,
O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
Till at thy will this life is o'er,

Still keep me in thy faithful host,
So unto thee I live and die,
And praise thee evermore on high.

J. J. RAMBACH. TR. BY MISS C. WINKWORTH.

SERENITY.

C. M.

WILLIAM VINCENT WALLACE.

827 Suffer the little ones to come unto Me.

1 SEE, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands
With all-engaging charms;
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 'twas to bless such souls as these
The Lord of angels came."

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.

PHILIP DODDRIDGE.

828 Children in the arms of Jesus.

1 BEHOLD What condescending love Jesus on earth displays!

To little children he extends

The riches of his grace.

2 He still the ancient promise keeps,
To our forefathers given;

Our infants in his arms he takes,
And calls them heirs of heaven.

Forbid them not, whom Jesus calls,
Nor dare the claim resist,

f.nce his own lips to us declare

Of such will heaven consist.

4 With flowing tears, and thankful hearts, We give them up to thee;

Receive them, Lord, into thine arms;
Thine may they ever be.

Do thou the truths herein set forth
To every heart reveal.

2 Death to the world we here avow,
Death to each fleshly lust;
Newness of life our calling now,
A risen Lord our trust.

3 And we, O Lord, who now partake Of resurrection life,

With every sin, for thy dear sake,
Would be at constant strife.

4 Baptized into the Father's name,
We'd walk as sons of God;
Baptized in thine, we own thy claim
As ransomed by thy blood.

5 Baptized into the Holy Ghost,
We'd keep his temple pure,
And make thy grace our only boast,
And by thy strength endure.

WARD. L. M.

SCOTCH TUNE, arr. ey LowELL MASON.

831 The sacramental seal.

1 COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Honor the means ordained by thee; Make good our apostolic boast,

And own thy glorious ministry.

2 We now thy promised blessing claim; Sent to disciple all mankind,

Sent to baptize into thy name,

We now thy promised presence find.

3 Father, in these reveal thy Son;

In these, for whom we seek thy face, The hidden mystery make known, The inward, pure, baptizing grace. 4 Jesus, with us thou always art; Effectual make the sacred sign; The gift unspeakable impart,

And bless the ordinance divine. 5 Eternal Spirit, from on high, Baptizer of our spirits thou,

The sacramental seal apply,
And witness with the water now.

3 He took into his hands the cup,

To crown the sacramental feast, And, full of kind concern, looked up,

And gave to them what he had blest; And, "Drink ye all of this," he said, "In solemn memory of the dead.

4 "This is my blood, which seals the new Eternal covenant of my grace;

My blood, so freely shed for you,
For you and all the sinful race;
My blood, that speaks your sins forgiven,
And justifies your claim to heaven.'

CHARLES WESLEY.

1 THE King of heaven his table spreads,
And blessings crown the board;
Not paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given,

Through the rich blood that Jesus shed To raise our souls to heaven.

3 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;

And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

4 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.

835

PHILIP DODDRIDGE.

Approaching the table.

1 JESUS, at whose supreme command,
We now approach to God,
Before us in thy vesture stand,
Thy vesture dipped in blood.

2 The tokens of thy dying love
O let us all receive,

And feel the quickening Spirit move,
And sensibly believe.

3 The cup of blessing, blest by thee,
Let it thy blood impart;
The bread thy mystic body be,
To cheer each languid heart.

4 The living bread sent down from heaven,

In us vouchsafe to be:

Thy flesh for all the world is given,
And all may live by thee.

CHARLES WESLEY.

836 Grateful remembrance.

1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee!

Thy oody, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee!

3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,

I must remember thee!

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee!

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,
When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me!

JAMES MONTGOMERY.