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L. M.

THE ETERNAL SABBATH.

DODDRIDGE.

1 LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this Thy day, in this Thy house; And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from Thy churches rise.

2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With earnest hope and strong desire.
3 No more fatigue, no more distress;
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs
Which warble from immortal tongues.

4 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5 O long expected day, begin;

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Dawn on these realms of woe and sin!
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And pass through death, to rest with God.

C. M. CHRISTIAN HYMNS.

SARBATH MORNING.

1 How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn!

How pure
How soft the sounds upon it borne!
How light its vapor wreathes!

the air that breathes!

2 It seems as if the Christian's prayer,
For peace and joy and love,
Were answered by the very air
That wafts its strain above.

3 Let each unholy passion cease,
Each evil thought be crushed,
And every care that mars our peace
In Faith and Love be hushed.

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L. M.

* MONTGOMERY.

SABBATH EVENING.

1 WITHIN Thy courts have millions met,
Millions this day before Thee bowed;
Their faces heavenward were set,
Their vows to Thee, O God! they vowed.

2 Still as the light of morning broke
O'er island, continent, and deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,
Sabbath all round the world to keep.

3 From east to west the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs;
And still where evening stretched her shade,
The stars came forth to hear their songs.

4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,

Hath failed this day some suit to gain;
To hearts that sought Thee Thou wast nigh,
Nor hath one sought Thy face in vain.

5 The poor in spirit Thou hast fed,
The feeble soul hath strengthened been,
The mourner Thou hast comforted,
The pure in heart their God have seen.

6 And Thou, soul-searching God! hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee,

And all their prayers have reached Thy throne, In soul and truth who worshipped Thee

1 WHEN from the Jordan's gleaming wave Came forth the Sinless One,

A voice athwart the heavens flashed, "Lo! my beloved son!"

2 The Baptist, gazing on his face, With the soul's radiance bright, Beheld upon his sacred head

A snow-white dove alight.

3 Now with baptismal waters touched, Thy children, Father, see!

While heart and soul, and mind and strength, They consecrate to Thee.

4 Send down on them Thy holy dove, Thy spirit undefiled;

Be each in purity and faith

Thy well-beloved child!

5 O help them in the wilderness
To conquer doubt and sin;

To see above them still Thy Peace,
And hear Thy voice within!

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L. M.

BAPTISM OF A CHILD.

W. BOSTON COLL.

1 THIS child we dedicate to Thee,
O God of grace and purity!

Shield it from sin and threatening wrong,
And let Thy love its life prolong.

2 O, may Thy spirit gently draw
Its willing soul to keep Thy law;
May virtue, piety, and truth,
Dawn even with its dawning youth!

3 We, too, before Thy gracious sight,
Once shared the blest baptismal rite,
And would renew its solemn vow,
With love, and thanks, and praises, now.
4 Grant that, with true and faithful heart.
We still may act the Christian's part,
Cheered by each promise Thou hast given,
And laboring for the prize in heaven.

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S. M.

DISCIPLES' H. B

BAPTISM OF A CHILD.

1 To Thee, O God in heaven,

2

This little one we bring,

Giving to Thee what Thou hast given,
Our dearest offering.

Into a world of toil

These little feet will roam,

Where sin its purity may soil,

Where care and grief may come.

3 O, then, let Thy pure love,
With influence serene,

Come down, like water, from above,
To comfort and make clean!

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S. M.

DISCIPLES' H. B.

BAPTISM OF CHILDREN.

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 behold,

We bring them, praying that Thy grace
May keep, Thine arms enfold.

3 And as this water falls

On each unconscious brow,
Thy holy spirit grant, O Lord,
To keep them pure as now!

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C. M.

GASKELL.

MARRIAGE HYMN

1 We join to pray, with wishes kind, A blessing, Lord, from Thee,

On those who now the bands have twined, Which ne'er may broken be.

2 We know that scenes not always bright
Must unto them be given;

But let there shine o'er all the light
Of love, and truth, and heaven.