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Children in the arms of Jesus.
EHOLD what condescending love

on !

To babes and sucklings he extends
The riches of his grace.

2 He still the ancient promise keeps,
To our forefathers given;
Young children in his arms he takes,
And calls them heirs of heaven.

3 Forbid them not, whom Jesus calls,
Nor dare the claim resist,
Since his own lips to us declare
Of such will heaven consist.

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Baptized into his death.

JESUS, we lift our souls to thee;

Spirit breathe, And let this little infant be Baptized into thy death.

4 With flowing tears, and thankful hearts,
We give them up to thee;
Receive them, Lord, into thine arms;
Thine may they ever be.

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20 let thine unction on him rest,
Thy grace his soul renew,
And write within his tender breast
Thy name and nature too.

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3 If thou shouldst quickly end his days,
His place with thee prepare;
And if thou lengthen out his race,
Continue still thy care.

4 Thy faithful servant let him prove,
Begirt with truth divine;

A sharer in thy dying love,
A follower of thine.

THE LORD'S SUPPER.

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that sad, memorable night, When Jesus was for us betray'd, He left his death-recording rite:

IN

He took, and blest, and brake the bread; And gave his own their last bequest, And thus his love's intent express'd:

1st P. M. 6 lines 88. Its institution.

2 Take, eat, this is my body, given

To purchase life and peace for you,-
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven;

Do this, my dying love to show:
Accept your precious legacy,
And thus, my friends, remember me.
3 He took into his hands the cup,
To crown the sacramental feast,
And, full of kind concern, look'd up,

And gave to them what he had blest:
And,-Drink ye all of this, he said,—
In solemn mem'ry of the dead.

4 This is my blood, which seals the new
Eternal cov'nant 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.

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Its design.

THAT

doleful night before his death,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Did, almost with his dying breath,
This solemn feast ordain.

2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, And to remember thee:

Help each poor trembler to repeat,-
For me he died, for me!

3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings:
We eat the bread, and drink the wine,
But think on nobler things.

4 0 tune our tongues, and set in frame Each heart that pants for thee,

To sing,-Hosanna to the Lamb,
The Lamb that died for me!

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Approaching the table.

JESUS, at whose supreme command,

to

We now
Before us in thy vesture stand,
Thy vesture dipp'd in blood."

2 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, And make thy nature known; Affix thy blessed Spirit's seal,

And stamp us for thine own.

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

And feel the quick'ning Spirit move,
And sensibly believe.

4 The cup of blessing, blest by thee,
Let it thy blood impart;

The bread thy mystic body be,
To cheer each languid heart.

5 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.

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The invitation.

THE King of heaven his table spreads, And blessings crown

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.

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Our Paschal Lamb.

IET all who truly bear

The bleeding Saviour's name, Their faithful hearts with us prepare, And eat the Paschal Lamb.

2 This eucharistic feast,
Our every want supplies,
And still we by his death are blest,
And share his sacrifice.

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3 Who thus our faith employ,
His suff'rings to record,
E'en now we mournfully enjoy
Communion with our Lord.

4 We too with him are dead,
And shall with him arise;
The cross on which he bows his head
Shad lift us to the skies.

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Grateful remembrance.

ACCORDING to thy gracious word,

In meek

This will I do, my dying Lord,-
I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, 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?

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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 mem'ry flee,

When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me.

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The opened Fountain.

CALL'D from above, I rise,

And wash away my sin;
The stream to which my spirit flies,
Can make the foulest clean.

2 It runs divinely clear,
A fountain deep and wide:
'Twas open'd by the soldier's spear,
In my Redeemer's side.