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Children in the arms of Jesus.
EHOLD what condescending love

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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.

C. M.

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.


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

C. M.

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.

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


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.

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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.


C. M.

Its design.


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!


C. M.

Approaching the table.

JESUS, at whose supreme command,


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.


C. M.

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.


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.

S. M.

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.


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?

C. M.

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.


S. M.

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.

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