Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.]

CCCLXXIX. C. M. NEW SEL.
After Baptism.

GA

AZE on spectators, and behold
This blest command of God;

And wonder how you can forbear,
To tread this path of love.

2" Come, see the place where Jesus lay;" An angel said of old;

We say

the same, his grave you may,

In water here behold.

3 Buried in Jordan was our Lord,
As well as in the tomb ;
And in obedience to his word,
We imitate the Lamb.

4 This ordinance is plainly given,
"Tis left upon record;

Though not to save, or take to heaven,
But show we love the Lord.

CCCLXXX. C. M. NEW SELEC.

Anot.cr.

ETERNAL God, now smile on those,
Who, hoping in thy word,

This day have publicly declar'd
That Jesus is their Lord.

3 With cheerful feet may they advance
And run the Christian race;

And, through the troubles of the way,
Find all sufficient grace.

LORD'S SUPPER.

CCCLXXXI. L. M. WATT'S Lyric Poems Yarmouth Tune,

1

Christ dying, rising, and reigning.

HE

E dies! the friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!

your

A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, saints! and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood! 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies. 5 Break off your tears, ye saints and tell How high our great deliverer reigns, Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains! 6 Say, "Live for ever, wondrous King, "Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting? "And where's thy victory, boasting grave? CCCLXXXII. L. M. J. STENNETT,

At the Lord's Table..

HUS we commemorate the day,

1 THUS

On which our dearest Lord was slain;

Thus we our pious hoinage pay, Till he appears on earth again. 2 Come, great Redeemer, open wide The curtains of the parting sky: On a bright cloud in triumph ride, And on the wind's swift pinions fly. 3 Come, King of kings, with thy bright train, Cherubs and seraphs, heavenly hosts; Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign, As far as earth extends her coasts.

4 Come, Lord, and where thy'cross once stood, There plant thy banner, fix thy throne; Subdue the rebels by thy word,

And claim the nations for thy own. CCCLXXXIII. C. M. Wantage Tune. J. STENNETT.

At the Lord's Table.

ORD, at thy table I behold

The wonders of thy grace;

But most of all admire that I
Should find a welcome place :—

2 I that am all defil'd with sin,
A rebel to my God;

I that have crucified his Son,
And trampled on his blood.

3 What strange surprising grace is this,
That such a soul has room!

My Saviour takes me by the hand,
My Jesus bids me come.

4 Eat, O my friends," the Saviour cries,
"Thc feast was made for you:

For you I groan'd, and bled, and died,
"And rose, and triumph'd too.”

5 With trembling faith and bleeding hearts, Lord, we accept thy love: "Tis a rich banquet we have had,

What will it be above?

6 [Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven,
Join all your praising powers:
No theme is like redeeming love,
No Saviour is like ours.

7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lord.
I'd give them all to thee:
Had I ten thousand tongues, they all
Should join the harmony.]

THE SEASONS OF THE YEAR.

CCCLXXXIV.

C. M.

On the Spring.

NEEDHAM.

1 THE icy chains that bound the earth
Are now dissolv'd and gone:

Wak'd by the sun, the blooming spring
Puts his new livery on.

2 Where awful desolation reign'd
Blest plenty rears her head;
Exulting with a smile to see
Her late destroyer fled.

3 My soul, in every scene admire
The wisdom and the power:
Behold thy God in every plant,
In every opening flower.

4 Yet in his word, the God of grace
Has writ his fairer name :
The wonders of redeeming love
My noblest songs shall claim.

5 With warmest beams, thou God of grace,
Shine on this heart of mine;
Turn thou my winter into spring,
And be the glory thine.

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CCCLXXXV

BEHOLD!

C. M. RIP. SEL.

Spring.

EHOLD! long wish'd-for spring is come,
How alter'd is the scene!

The trees and shrubs are dress'd in bloom,
The earth array'd in green.

2 Where'er we tread, the clustering flowers
Beauteous around us spring:

The birds with joint harmonious powers,
Invite our hearts to sing.

But ah! in vain I strive to join,
Opprest with sin and doubt;
I feel'tis winter still within,

Though all is spring without.

4 O! would my Saviour from on high,
Break through these clouds and shine,
No creature then more blest than I,
No song more loud than mine.

3 Lord, let thy word my hopes revive,
And overcome my foes:
O make my languid graces thrive
And blossom like the rose.

CCCLXXXVI. C. M. GIBBON'S

On a year of threatening Drought.

1 THE spring, great God, at thy command Leads forth the smiling year;

Gay verdure, foliage, bloom and flower
T adorn her reigu appear.