4 He sanctified this mystic rite,
That we in it might take delight;
Come then as once your Saviour came,
And be baptized beneath the stream:

5 Behold the place where Jesus lay,
Believe in him, and him obey;
He will sufficient grace afford,

Come now and own your sovereign Lord.

429. P. M. VERMONT COLL.

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NEVER does truth more shine,
With beams of heavenly light,
Than when the scriptures join
To prove it plain and right:

Than when each text doth each explain,
And all unite to speak the same.

Thus Peter, who obeyed
What Jesus said, was wise;
And preached as he was led,
Repent, and be baptized.

Thus Philip did t' the eunuch say,
If you believe in Christ you may.

Paul preached the word of grace,
Whole households did believe,
And were baptized to Christ,
Whose gospel they'd received.

Thus Christians were of ancient date,
As sacred history does relate.

We see 'tis no new thing,
To teach and then baptize;
So Christians first began,
Christ's ordinance to prize.

This makes us cheerfully obey,
And go as they have led the way.

430.

C. M. NEWTON.

After Baptism.

1 PROCLAIM, saith Christ, my wondrous

To all the sons of men;

He that believes, and is baptized,
Salvation shall obtain.

[grace

2 Let plenteous grace descend on those, Who hoping in thy word,

This day have publicly declared,
That Jesus is their Lord.

3 With cheerful feet may they advance,
And run the Christian race;

And through the troubles of the way,
Find all-sufficient grace.

431.

C. M. DODDRIDGE.

Practical improvement of Baptism.
1 ATTEND, ye children of our God ;
Ye heirs of glory, hear;

For accents so divine as these
Might charm the dullest ear.

2 Baptiz'd into your Saviour's death,
Your souls to sin must die;

With Christ, your Lord, ye live anew,
With Christ ascend on high.

3 There by his Father's side he sits,
Enthron'd divinely fair;

Yet owns himself your Brother still,
And your forerunner there.

4 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise
On wings of faith and love;
Above your choicest treasure lies,
And be your hearts above.

432.

L. M. WATTS.

The Lord's Supper instituted.
1 'TWAS on that dark, that doleful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,

And friends betrayed him to his foes2 Before the mournful scene began,

He took the bread, and blest and brake; What love through all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake!

3 "This is my body broke for sin:

Receive and eat the living food;"
Then took the cup and blessed the wine:
""Tis the new covenant in my blood."

4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end,
In memory of your dying friend;

Meet at my table, and record

The love of your departed Lord."

5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,

We show thy death, we sing thy name Till thou return, and we shall eat

The marriage supper of the Lamb.

433.

L. M. ANONYMOUS.

1 'TWAS on the night when doomed to know The eager rage of every foe,

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That night in which he was betrayed,
The Saviour of the world took bread
2 And, after thanks and glory given
To him that rules in earth and heaven,
That symbol of his flesh he broke,
And thus to all his followers spoke:
3 My broken body thus I give

For you, my friends, take eat and live;
And oft the sacred rite renew,

That brings my wond'rous love to view.
4 Then in his hands the cup he raised,
And God anew he thanked and praised;
While kindness in his bosom glowed,
And from his lips salvation flowed.
5 My blood I thus pour forth, he cries,
To cleanse the soul in sin that lies;
In this the covenant is sealed,

And heaven's eternal grace revealed.
6 With love to man this cup is fraught,
Let saints partake the sacred draught;
Through latest ages let it pour
In memory of my dying hour.

Christ's invitation to the Table.

1 JESUS invites his saints

To meet around his board;
Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold
Communion with their Lord.

2 For food he gives his flesh;
He bids us drink his blood;
Amazing favour-matchless grace
Of our redeeming Lord!

2 The tokens sent us to relieve
Our spirits when they droop,
We come, O Jesus, to receive;
But would receive with love.
3 Here, in obedience to thy word,
We take the bread and wine;
The utmost we can do, O Lord,
For all beyond is thine.

4 Increase our faith, and hope, and love;
Lord, give us all that 's good:
We would thy full salvation prove,
And share thy flesh and blood.

440.

C. M. BRYANT.

1 O GOD! accept the sacred hour
Which we to thee have given;"
And let this hallowed scene have power
To raise our souls to heaven.

2 Still let us hold, till life departs,
The precepts of thy Son,

Nor let our thoughtless, thankless hearts Forget what he has done.

3 His true disciples may we live,
From all corruption free,

And humbly learn like him to give
Our powers, our wills to thee.

4 And oft along life's dangerous way,
To smooth our passage through,
Wilt thou, on this thy holy day,
For us this scene renew.

441.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

1 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 These sacred signs, thy suff'rings, Lord,
To our remembrance brings:

We eat and drink around thy board,
But think on nobler things.

4 O tune our tongues, and set in frame,
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing, "Hosannah to the Lamb,"
The Lamb that died for me.

442.

L. M. ANONYMOUS.

1 THE Lord of life this table spread, With his own flesh and dying blood We on the rich provision feed,

And taste the wine, and bless the Lord. 2 Let worldly sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill every thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on him.

443.

7s. PRATT'S COLL.

Spiritual Nourishment from Christ. 1 BREAD of heaven! on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed :

Ever let our souls be fed

With this true and living bread!

2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice:

Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look and live.

3 Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died;"
Lord of life! oh let us be

Rooted, grafted, built on thee!

444.

C. M. STENNETT.

1 HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,
To feed on food divine:

Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.

2 He, who prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.

3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow;
Oh what delightful food!

We eat the bread-and drink the wine-
But think on nobler good.