"The washing of regeneration."
2. 'Tis done; that new and heavenly birth
Which re-creates the sons of earth,
And cleanses from the guilt of sin
The souls. whom JESUS died to win.
'Tis done; the Cross upon the brow
Is marked for weal or sorrow now;
To shine with Heavenly lustre bright,
Or burn in everlasting night.
O ye who brought that babe to-day
Within a SAVIOUR'S arms to lie,
Watch well and guard with careful eye
The heir of immortality.
Teach it to know a FATHER's love,
And seek for happiness above,
To CHRIST its heart and treasure give,
And in the SPIRIT ever live.
That so before the judgment-seat
In joy and triumph we may meet;
The battle fought, the struggle o'er,
The Kingdom your's for evermore.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST.
"When Thou lettest thy Breath go forth they shall be made, and Thou shalt renew the face of the earth."
COME, Thou Holy SPIRIT, come;
And from Thine eternal home
Shed the ray of light divine;
Come, Thou FATHER of the poor,
Come, Thou source of all our store,
Come, within our bosoms shine.
Thou of Comforters the best,
Thou the soul's most welcome Guest,
Sweet Refreshment here below!
In our labour rest most sweet,
Grateful shadow from the heat,
Solace in the midst of woe!
O most Blessed Light Divine,
Shine within these hearts of Thine,
And our inmost being fill:
If Thou take Thy grace away,
Nothing pure in man will stay,
All our good is turned to ill.
Heal our wounds; our strength renew;
On our dryness pour Thy dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
Bend the stubborn heart and will,
Melt the frozen, warm the chill,
Guide the steps that go astray.
On the faithful, who adore
And confess Thee, evermore
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend;
Give them virtue's sure reward,
Give them Thy salvation, LORD,
Give them joys that never end.
"It shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of My Spirit upon all flesh."
Come, HOLY GHOST, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire;
Thou the anointing SPIRIT art,
Who dost thy sevenfold Gifts impart;
Thy blessed Unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight;
Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of Thy Grace:
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where thou art Guide, no ill can come.
Teach us to know the FATHER, SON,
And THEE, of BоTH, to be but ONE;
That, through the ages all along,
This may be our endless song;
Praise to Thy eternal merit,
FATHER, SON, and HOLY SPIRIT. Amen.
"Do This in remembrance of ME."
SING we that Blest Body broken,
Our weak souls' mysterious Food;
And the words our King hath spoken,
Gifting us with His own blood,
His true presence to betoken,
And our holy brotherhood.
Born for us, and for us given,
Of a virgin undefil'd,
Scattering precious seed from Heaven,
Sojourn'd He in this world's wild;
On that much-remember'd even,
He His wondrous, course fulfill'd.
Meekly to the law complying,
He had finish'd its commands;
And to them at supper lying
Gave Himself with His own Hands;
A memorial of His dying,
Thenceforth unto all the lands.
God the Word by one word maketh
Bread His very Flesh to be;
And whoso that Cup partaketh
Tastes the Fount of Calvary:
While the carnal mind forsaketh,
Faith receives, the Mystery.
Unto this His Presence veiled
Draw we nigh, with heads bow'd low:
All that Paschal rites entailed
Yields to higher blessings now;
Earthly touch and sight have failed-
Faith adores, nor questions how.
Power ascribe we, praise and blessing,
Both to FATHER and to SON:
HOLY SPIRIT, Thee addressing,
One with Them, as LORD alone:
This right faith we hold, confessing
Persons Three in Substance One.
Come, for all things are now ready."
6. MY GOD, and is Thy table spread,
And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all Thy sweetness know.
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.
Why are its dainties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts displayed?
Was not for them the Victim slain?
Are they forbid the children's bread?
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