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.
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!
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.
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!
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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