861 Christ's Regard for Children. 2 "Permit them to approach," He cries, For 't was to bless such souls as these 3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, Thine let our offspring be. 4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; Rev. Philip Doddridge. 1755 ab. 862 "Unto thee, and to thy Seed after thee." Gen. xvii. 7. How large the promise, how divine, 2 Jesus the ancient faith confirms, 3 Our God, how faithful are His ways! 863 864 Unknown Author. Profession and Covenant. 1 WITNESS, ye men and angels, now, 2 That long as life itself shall last, 3 We trust not in our native strength, That, with returning wants, the Lord Rev. Isaac Watts. 1709. ab. 4 O guide our doubtful feet aright, Baptism of Adults. I WE long to move and breathe in Thee, And keep us in Thy ways; And, while we turn our vows to prayers, Rev. Benjamin Beddome. (1717-1795.) 1818. 865 "Lent unto the Lord." 1 Sam. i. 28. 2 Confiding in Thy truth alone, Here, on the steps of Jesus' throne, 3 Lent to us for a season, we Lend him forever, Lord, to Thee: 5 Make him and keep him Thine own child, Inheritor of heaven above. Their souls with saving grace endow, 4 O give Thine angels charge, good Lord, Rev. William Robertson. (-1743) 1751. ab. 867 Prayer for the Children of the Church. I DEAR Saviour, if these lambs should stray Rev. John Samuel Bewley Monsell. (1811-) 1837. 2 Remember still that they are Thine, 866 "Let little Children come to Me." I A LITTLE child the Saviour came, 2 He who, a little child, began The life divine to show to man, That Thy dear sacred name they bear; 3 In all their erring, sinful years, O let them ne'er forgotten be; Remember all the prayers and tears Which made them consecrate to Thee. Proclaims from heaven the message free, 4 And when these lips no more can pray, "Let little children come to Me." 3 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign Of sprinkled water name them Thine: These eyes can weep for them no more, Turn Thou their feet from folly's way, The wanderers to Thy fold restore. Mrs. Ann Beadley Hyde. (—1872.) 1824 1 FATHER, in these reveal Thy Son, 2 Jesus, with us Thou always art, And bless Thy sacrament divine. 3 Come, Holy Spirit, from on high, Baptizer of our spirits, Thou! The purifying grace apply, And witness with the water now. 4 Pour forth Thine energy divine, And sprinkle the atoning blood; May Father, Son, and Spirit join To seal each child a child of God. Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708-1788.) 1749. ab. and alt. Wash it from every stain of guilt, And let this child be sanctified; Lord, Thou canst cleanse it, if Thou wilt, And all its native evils hide. 3 We ask not for it earthly bliss, Or earthly honors, wealth or fame; The sum of our request is this, That it may love and fear Thy name. Miss Anne Steele. (1717-1778.) 1760. ab. Lowell Mason. (1792-1872.) 1832. ROCKINGHAM. L. M. 1. O HAP-PY day, that fixed my choice On Thee, my Saviour and my God: Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all a - broad. 2 O nappy bond, that seals my vows 3 'Tis done; the great transaction's done; 4 Now rest, my long divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; 5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 873 Giving ourselves away. I O, SWEETLY breathe the lyres above, When angels touch the quivering string, And wake, to chant Immanuel's love, Such strains as angel-lips can sing. 2 And sweet on earth the choral swell, From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays, When pardoned souls their raptures tell, And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise. 3 Jesus, Thy name our souls adore; We own the bond that makes us Thine; And carnal joys, that charmed before, For Thy dear sake we now resign. I LORD, I am Thine, entirely Thine, 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place, 4 Here, at that cross where flows the blood VICTORIA. L. M. D. Henry Lahee. 1861. 1. ARM these Thy soldiers, mighty Lord, With shield of faith and Spirit's sword; Forth to the battle may they go, And boldly fight against the foe, With banner of the cross unfurled, And by it o-vercome the world; And so at last receive from Thee The palm and crown of vic-to- ry. 1O THOU, my soul, forget no more The Friend who all thy sorrows bore, Let every idol be forgot, But O my soul, forget Him not. 2 Renounce thy works and ways, with grief, And fly to this divine relief; Nor Him forget, who left His throne, 3 Eternal truth and beauty shine His name shall cheer and warm my heart; Krishnoo Pal. 1801. |