BAPTISM.

HYMN 442. L. M. [123]

COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Honor the means ordain'd by thee;
Make good our apostolic boast,

And own thy glorious ministry.

2 We now thy promis'd presence claim, Sent to disciple all mankind; Sent to baptise into thy name;

We now thy promis'd presence find. 3 Father, in these reveal thy Son; In these for whom we seek thy face: The hidden mystery make known, The inward, pure, baptizing grace. 4 Eternal Spir't descend from high, Baptizer of our spirits thou! The sacramental seal apply,

And witness with the water now! 5 O that the souls baptiz'd herein, May now thy truth and mercy feel; May rise and wash away their sin: Come, Holy Ghost, their pardon seal! HYMN 443. C. M. [124]

CELESTIAL Dove, descend from high, And on the water brood:

Come with thy quick'ning power apply The water and the blood.

2 I love the Lord, that stoops so low
To give his word a seal;

But the rich grace his hands bestow
Exceeds the figure still.

3 Almighty God, for thee we call,
And our request renew;
Accept in Christ, and bless withal,
The work we have to do.

HYMN 444. S. M. [124]

MY Saviour's pierced side
Pour'd out a double flood:
By water we are purifi'd,

And pardon'd by his blood.
2 Call'd from above, I rise,
And wash away my sin;
The stream to which my spirit flies,
Can make the foulest clean.

3 It runs divinely clear,

A fountain deep and wide; "Twas open'd by the soldier's spear, In my Redeemer's side!

HYMN 445. C. M. [125]

HOW large the promise, how divine,
To Abra'm and his seed!
"I am a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all they need."

2 The words of his extensive love,
From age to age endure;

The Angel of the Cov'nant proves
And seals the blessing sure.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms,
To our great father given;

He takes our children to his arms,
And calls them heirs of heaven.

4 O, God, how faithful are thy ways: Thy love endures the same;

Nor from the promise of thy grace
Blots out our children's name.

HYMN 446. C. M.

SEE Israel's gentle Shepherd stand
With all-engaging charms:
Hark how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms!

2 Permit them to approach he cries,
Nor scorn their humble name:
For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came.

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.

LORD'S SUPPER.

HYMN 447. L. M. [125]

AUTHOR of our salvation, thee
With lowly thankful hearts we praise;
Author of this great mystery,

Figure and means of saving grace.
2 The sacred, true, effectual sign,
Thy body and thy blood it shows;
The glorious instrument divine,

Thy mercy and thy strength bestows.
3 We see the blood that seals our peace;
Thy pard'ning mercy we receive;
The bread doth visibly express,

The strength through which our spirits live.

4 Our spirits drink a fresh supply,

And eat the bread so freely given,

Till borne on eagle's wings we fly,

And banquet with our Lord in heaven.
HYMN 448. C. M. [126]

COME, Saviour, let thy tokens prove,
Fitted by heavenly art,

As channels to convey thy love,

To every faithful heart.

2 The living bread sent down from heaven, In us vouchsafe to be;

Thy flesh for all the world is given,

And all may live by thee.

3 Now, Lord, on us thy flesh bestow,
And let us drink thy blood;
Till all our souls are fill'd below,
With all the life of God.

4 Determin'd nothing else to know
But Jesus crucifi'd,

I will not from my Jesus 'go,
Or leave his wounded side.

HYMN 449. S. M. [127]

LET all who truly bear

The bleeding Saviour's name, Their faithful hearts with us prepare,

And eat the Paschal Lamb:

Our passover was slain,

At Salem's hallow'd place,
Yet we who in our tents remain,
Shall gain his largest grace.

2 Who thus our faith employ,
His suff'rings to record,
E'en now we mournfully enjoy
Communion with our Lord:
As though we every one
Beneath his cross had stood,'

And seen him heave, and heard him groan, And felt his gushing blood.

2 Oh, God! 'tis finish'd now!
The mortal pang is past!

By faith his head we see him bow,
And hear him breathe his last:
We too with him are dead,

And shall with him arise:

The cross on which he bows his head,
Shall lift us to the skies.

HYMN 450. C. M. [128]

JESUS, at whose supreme command,
We now approach to God,
Before us in thy vesture stand,
Thy vesture dipt in blood.
Obedient to thy gracious word,
We break the hallow'd bread;
Commem❜rate thee, our dying Lord,
And trust on thee to feed.

2 The living bread sent down from heaven, In us vouchsafe to be;

Thy flesh for all the world is given,
And all may live by thee;

Now, Lord, on us thy flesh bestow,
And let us drink thy blood;
Till all our souls are fill'd below,
With all the life of God.

HYMN 451. S. M. [128]

JESUS, we thus obey

Thy last and kindest word; Here in thine own appointed way, We come to meet our Lord.

2 The way thou hast enjoin'd
Thou wilt therein appear;

We come with confidence, to find
Thy special presence here.