931.

932.

6. A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.

S. M.

1. My Father bids me come,
O, why do I delay?

C. WESLEY.

He calls the wandering spirit home,
And yet from Him I stay!

2. Father, the hind'rance show
Which I have failed to see;
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me far from Thee.

3. Searcher of hearts, in mine

Thy trying powers display;
Into its darkest corner shine-
Take every vail away.

4. In me the hind'rance lies;
The fatal bar remove,

And let me see, in sweet surprise,
Thy full redeeming love.

A Baptismal Service.

WESLEY.

1. AND Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not to come unto me;

For of such is the kingdom of heaven.

2. He shall feed His | flock like a | shepherd: He shall gather the lambs with His arm and | carry them in His | bosom.

3. I will pour My Spirit upon thy seed, and my bless ing up- on thine | offspring;

And they shall spring up as among the grass, as | willows by the water | courses.

4. Go ye, therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy | Ghost; Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you, and lo! I am with you always even unto the end of the world. | Amen.

5. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost;

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without | end. | Amen.

933.

934.

S. M.

1. To Him who children blest,

And suffered them to come,
To Him who took them to His breast,
We bring these | children | home.

2. To Thee, O God, whose face

Their spirits still be- hold,

We bring them, praying that Thy grace
May keep, thine | arms en- [ fold.

3. And as this water falls

On each un-conscious | brow,

Thy Holy Spirit grant, O Lord,
To keep them pure as now!

7s.

J. F. CLARKE.

1. LITTLE travelers, Zionward,
Each one entering into rest,
In the kingdom of your Lord,
In the mansions of the | blest;
There, to welcome, Jesus waits,

Gives the crowns his followers win

Lift your heads ye golden gates!
Let the little travelers in..
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2. Who are they whose little feet,

Pacing life's dark journey through,
Now have reach'd that heavenly seat,
They had ever | kept in | view?
'I, from Greenland's frozen land;"
"I, from India's sultry plain;"
"I, from Afric's burning sand;"
"I, from | islands | of the | main."

3. "All our earthly journey past,
Every tear and pain gone by,
Here together met at last,
At the portal of the sky!
Each the welcome 'Come' awaits,
Conquerors over death and sin!"
Lift your heads, ye golden gates!
Let the little travelers | in!

EDMESTON

L. M.

1. O, BOW Thine ear, Eternal One!
On Thee our heart adoring calls;
To Thee the followers of Thy Son
Have raised, and now devote these walls.

2. Here let Thy holy days be kept;

And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven.

3. Here may Thine honor dwell; and here,
As incense, let Thy children's prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.

4. Here be Thy praise devoutly sung;
Here let Thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, Thy Spirit hung,
On wings of light, o'er Jordan's wave.

5. And when the lips, that with Thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,
On others may devotion's flame
Be kindled here, and purely burn!

1. WHERE ancient forests widely spread,
Where bends the cataract's ocean-fall!
On the lone mountain's silent head,
There are Thy temples, God of all!

2. All space is holy, for all space

Is filled by Thee; but human thought
Burns clearer in some chosen place,

Where Thine own words of love are taught.
3. Here be they taught; and may we know
That faith Thy servants knew of old,
Which onward bears through weal or woe,
Till death the gates of heaven unfold.
4. Nor we alone; may those whose brow
Shows yet no trace of human cares
Hereafter stand where we do now,
And raise to Thee still holier prayers.

937.

L. M.

NORTON.

1. WHEN here, O Lord, we seek Thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live,
Hear Thou, in heaven, Thy dwelling-place,
And when Thou hearest, Lord, forgive.

2. When here Thy messengers proclaim
The blessed Gospel of Thy Son,
Still by the power of His great name
Be mighty signs and wonders done.

3. When children's voices raise the song-
Hosanna! to their heavenly King—
Let heaven with earth the strain prolong;
Hosanna! let their angels sing.

4. But will, indeed, Jehovah deign

Here to abide, no transient Guest?
Here will our great Redeemer reign,
And here the Holy Spirit rest?

5. Thy glory never hence depart;

Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart;
In every bosom fix Thy throne.

MONTGOMERY.

938.

L. M.

939.

1. THE perfect world, by Adam trod,
Was the first temple built to God;
His fiat laid the corner-stone,
And heaved its pillars one by one.

2. He hung its starry roof on high-
The broad, illimitable sky;

He spread its pavement, green and bright,
And curtained it with morning light.

3. The mountains in their places stood,
The sea-the sky-and "all was good;"
And when its first few praises rang,
The "morning stars together sang."

4. Lord, 't is not ours to make the sea,
And earth, and sky, a house for Thee;'
But in Thy sight our off'ring stands-
An humbler temple, “made with hands.”

5. We can not bid the morning star
To sing how bright Thy glories are;
But, Lord, if Thou will meet us here,
Thy praise shall be the Christian's tear.

L. M.

1. WE bid thee welcome in the name Of Jesus, our exalted Head

Come as a servant, so He came,

N. P. WILLIS.

And we receive thee in His stead.