3 "Teach all the nations my commands, I'm with you till the world shall end; All power is trusted in my hands,

I can destroy, and I defend.”

821

The joyful sound.

Isaac Watts.

S. M.

TOW beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill, Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are! "Zion, behold thy Saviour King; He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear the joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found! 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad; Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God.

JES

Isaac Watts.

C. M.

822 The minister's only business.
ESUS! 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.

4 O 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!"

823

LET

The pastoral office.

Charles Wesley.

C. M.

ET Zion's watchmen all awake,
And take the alarm they give;
Now let them from the mouth of God
Their solemn charge receive.

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.

Philip Doddridge.

824

JES

ESUS, 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.

825

Training the soldiers of Christ.

Charles Wesley.

CAPTAIN of our salvation, take

L. M. 6 l

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.

Charles Wesley.

826

I

ORDINANCES.

BAPTISM.

Baptismal hymn.

L. M. 61.

AM baptized into thy name,
O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
Among thy seed a place I claim,
Among thy consecrated host;
Buried with Christ and dead to sin,
Thy Spirit now shall live within.

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.

827

J. J. Rambach. Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth.

C. M.

Suffer the little ones to come unto Me.
EE, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands
With all-engaging charms;

Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his armus!

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.

828

Philip Doddridge.

Children in the arms of Jesus.

C. M.

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.

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

829

John Peacock, Augustus M. Toplady.

LORD, while we confess the worth
Of this the outward seal,

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.