2 Permit them to approach, he cries, 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. 257 God's gracious promises. UR children thou dost claim, S. M. Ten thousand blessings to thy Name, 2 Thee let the fathers own, Thee let the sons adore; To be forgot no more. 3 How great thy mercies, Lord! 4 Our offspring, still thy care, 258 5th P. M. 4 lines 78. Little ones brought to Jesus. 2 Born they are, as we, in sin; 259 1st P. M. 6 lines 88. The Spirit's hallowing seal. of eternal truth and love, Gouchsure the promised aid' we claim, 3 Answer on him thy wisdom's end, 260 A blessing on the ordinance. YREAT God, now condescend Soon may their willing spirits bend, 20 what a pure delight Their happiness to see; 3 Now bless, thou God of love, Send thy good Spirit from above, S. M. 261 Children in the arms of Jesus. Breous on earth displays To babes and sucklings he extends C. M. 2 He still the ancient promise keeps, Young children in his arms he takes, 3 Forbid them not, whom Jesus calls, Of such will heaven consist. 4 With flowing tears, and thankful hearts, We give them up to thee; Receive them, Lord, into thine arms; 262 Baptized into his death. ESUS, we lift our souls to thee; JESU Thy Holy Spirit breathe, And let this little infant be 2 O let thine unction on him rest, And write within his tender breast C. M. 3 If thou shouldst quickly end his days, His place with thee prepare; And if thou lengthen out his race, 4 Thy faithful servant let him prove, A sharer in thy dying love, 263 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Its institution. that sad, memorable night, When Jesus was for us betray'd, He left his death-recording rite: He took, and blest, and brake the bread; 2 Take, eat, this is my body, given And thus, my friends, remember me. 4 This is my blood, which seals the new My blood, so freely shed for you, For and all the sinful race: My blood, that speaks your sins forgiven, 264 Its design. THAT doleful night before his death, Did, almost with his dying breath, C. M. 2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, And to remember thee: Help each poor trembler to repeat,- 3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign To our remembrance brings: We eat the bread, and drink the wine, 4 0 tune our tongues, and set in frame Each heart that pants for thee, To sing,-Hosanna to the Lamb, 265 Approaching the table. C. M. JESUS, at whose supreme command, Before us in thy vesture stand, 3 The tokens of thy dying love, And feel the quick'ning Spirit move, 4 The cup of blessing, blest by thee, The bread thy mystic body be, To cheer each languid heart. 5 The living bread sent down from heaven, In us vouchsafe to be: Thy flesh for all the world is given, |