The life divine to show to man, Proclaims from heaven the message free, Let little children come to Me.
3 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign Of sprinkled water, name them Thine: Their souls with saving grace endow, Baptize them with Thy Spirit now.
4 O give Thine angels charge, good Lord, Them safely in Thy way to guard; Thy blessing on their lives command, And write their names upon Thy hand. 5 O Thou, who by an infant's tongue Dost hear Thy perfect glory sung, May these, with all the heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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And this child, at Thy command, Now we bring to Thee, in token That to Christ it here is given; For of such shall be His heaven. Therefore hasten we to Thee; Take the pledge we bring-O take it! Let us here Thy glory see,
And in tender pity make it
Now Thy child, and leave it never- Thine on earth, and Thine for ever.
Make it, Head, Thy member now; Shepherd, take Thy lamb and feed it; Prince of Peace, its peace be Thou; Way of life, to heaven O lead it! Vine, this branch may nothing sever, Grafted firm in Thee for ever.
Now upon Thy heart it lies, What our hearts so dearly treasure;
Heavenward lead our burdened sighsPour Thy blessing without measure; Write the name we now have given, Write it in the book of heaven.
Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."
1 BY cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose !
2 Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart with influence sweet
Is upward drawn to God.
3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage.
5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found Within Thy Father's shrine,
Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine,
6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone-
In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still Thine own!
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2 There's a rest for little children Above the bright blue sky, Who love the blessèd Saviour, And to His Father cry: A rest from every trouble, From sin and danger free; There every little pilgrim Shall rest eternally.
3 There's a home for little children Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy: No home on earth is like it, Nor can with it compare; For every one is happy,
Nor can be happier there.
4 There's a crown for little children Above the bright blue sky, And all who look to Jesus Shall wear it by-and-by; A crown of brightest glory Which He shall sure bestow On all who love the Saviour And walk with Him below.
5 There's a song for little children Above the bright blue sky, And a harp of sweetest music For their hymn of victory: And all above is pleasure,
And found in Christ alone ;- O come, dear little children, That all may be your own.
The life divine to show to man, Proclaims from heaven the message free, Let little children come to Me.
3 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign Of sprinkled water, name them Thine: Their souls with saving grace endow, Baptize them with Thy Spirit now.
4 O give Thine angels charge, good Lord, Them safely in Thy way to guard; Thy blessing on their lives command, And write their names upon Thy hand. 5 O Thou, who by an infant's tongue Dost hear Thy perfect glory sung, May these, with all the heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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And this child, at Thy command, Now we bring to Thee, in token That to Christ it here is given; For of such shall be His heaven. Therefore hasten we to Thee; Take the pledge we bring-O take it! Let us here Thy glory see,
And in tender pity make it
Now Thy child, and leave it never- Thine on earth, and Thine for ever. Make it, Head, Thy member now; Shepherd, take Thy lamb and feed it;
Prince of Peace, its peace be Thou; Way of life, to heaven O lead it! Vine, this branch may nothing sever, Grafted firm in Thee for ever.
Now upon Thy heart it lies, What our hearts so dearly treasure;
Heavenward lead our burdened sighsPour Thy blessing without measure; Write the name we now have given, Write it in the book of heaven.
"Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."
1 BY cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose !
2 Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart with influence sweet Is upward drawn to God.
3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage.
5 O Thou, whose infant feet were found Within Thy Father's shrine,
Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine,-
6 Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone-
In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still Thine own!
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2 There's a rest for little children Above the bright blue sky, Who love the blessed Saviour, And to His Father cry: A rest from every trouble, From sin and danger free; There every little pilgrim Shall rest eternally.
3 There's a home for little children Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy: No home on earth is like it, Nor can with it compare; For every one is happy,
Nor can be happier there.
4 There's a crown for little children Above the bright blue sky, And all who look to Jesus Shall wear it by-and-by; A crown of brightest glory Which He shall sure bestow On all who love the Saviour And walk with Him below. 5 There's a song for little children Above the bright blue sky, And a harp of sweetest music For their hymn of victory: And all above is pleasure, And found in Christ alone;- O come, dear little children, That all may be your own.
3 Gethsemane can I forget,
Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember Thee?
4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And gaze 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 memory flee,
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come, Good Lord, remember me.
"Then said He unto him, A certain man made a great supper, and bade many."
1 MY God, and is Thy table spread?
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.
2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes! Rich banquet of His flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food!
3 O let Thy table honoured be,
And furnished well with joyful guests; And may each soul salvation see That here its sacred pledges tastes.
4 Let crowds approach with hearts prepared, With hearts inflamed let all attend; Nor, when we leave our Father's board, The pleasure or the profit end.
5 Revive Thy dying churches, Lord; And bid our drooping graces live; And more, that energy afford,
A Saviour's love alone can give.
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