2 In token that thou shalt not blush
To glory in his name,.
We blazon here upon thy front
His glory and his shame.
3 In token that thou shalt not flinch
Christ's quarrel to maintain,
But 'neath his banner manfully
Firm at thy post remain.
4 In token that thou too shalt tread
The path he travell❜d by,
Endure the cross, despise the shame,
And sit thee down on high,
5 Thus outwardly and visibly
We seal thee for his own;
And the brow that wears his cross
may
Hereafter share his crown.
290. "Suffer the little children to come unto me, and
forbid them not."-MARK X. 14.
1 JESU, we lift our souls to thee;
Thy Holy Spirit breathe;
And let these little infants be
Baptized into thy death.
2 O let thine unction on them rest,
And write within their tender breast
Thy name and nature too.
3 Thy faithful servants let them prove,
Girded with truth divine;
Be sharers in thy dying love,
And followers of thine.
4 Lord, plant us all into thy death,
That we thy life may prove;
Partakers of thy cross beneath,
And of thy crown above.
BAPTISM OF SUCH AS ARE OF RIPER YEARS.
"And now, why tarriest thou? Arise, and be
baptized, and wash away thy sins, calling
on the name of the Lord."-ACTS xxii. 16.
STAND, soldier of the cross,
Thy high allegiance claim,
And vow to hold the world but loss
Arise, and be baptized,
And wash thy sins away:
Thy faith and hope be realized,
Thy love avouch'd to-day.
Our heavenly country now,
Our Lord and Master, thine,
Receive imprinted on thy brow
His passion's awful sign.
No more thine own, but Christ's;
With all the saints of old,
Apostles, seers, evangelists,
And martyr throngs enroll'd,-
In God's whole armour strong,
Front hell's embattled powers:
The warfare may be sharp and long,
The victory must be ours.
O bright the conqueror's crown,
The song of triumph sweet,
When faith casts every trophy down
At our Great Captain's feet.
Catechism: Hymns for Children.
"STEADFAST IN FAITH, JOYFUL THROUGH HOPE, AND
"The children crying in the temple, and [C.M. saying, Hosanna to the Son of David."
1 HOSANNA! raise the pealing hymn
To David's Son and Lord;
With Cherubim and Seraphim
Exalt the incarnate Word.
2 Hosanna! Lord, our feeble tongue
No lofty strains can raise :
But thou wilt not despise the young,
Who meekly chant thy praise.
3 Hosanna! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest,
How vast thy gifts, how free!
Thy blood, our life; thy word, our feast;
Thy name, our only plea.
4 Hosanna! Master, lo, we bring
Our offerings to thy throne;
Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing,
But hearts to be thine own.
5 Hosanna! once thy gracious ear
Approved a lisping throng;
Be gracious still, and deign to hear
Our poor but grateful song.
6 O Saviour, if, redeem'd by thee,
Thy temple we behold,
Hosannas through eternity
We'll sing to harps of gold.
"He shall grow up before him as a tender plant." [C.M. ISA. liii. 2.
1 WHEN Jesus left his Father's throne,
He chose an humble birth;
Like us, unhonour'd and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.
2 Like him may we be found below,
In wisdom's path of peace;
Like him in grace and knowledge grow,
As years and strength increase.
3 Sweet were his words and kind his look,
When mothers round him press'd;
Their infants in his arms he took,
And on his bosom bless'd.
4 Safe from the world's alluring harms,
Beneath his watchful eye,
Thus in the circle of his arms
May we for ever lie.
5 When Jesus into Salem rode,
The children sang around;
For joy they pluck'd the palms, and strow'd
Their garments on the ground.
6 Hosanna our glad voices raise,
Hosanna to our king!
Should we forget our Saviour's praise,
The stones themselves would sing.
294. "My Father, thou art the guide of my youth."
1 GOD of mercy, throned on high,
Listen from thy lofty seat;
Hear, O hear our feeble cry;
Guide, O guide our wandering feet.
2 Young and erring travellers, we
All our dangers do not know;
Scarcely fear the stormy sea,
Hardly feel the tempest blow.
3 Jesu, lover of the young,
Cleanse us with thy blood divine;
Ere the tide of sin grow strong,
Save us, keep us, make us thine.
4 When perplex'd in danger's snare,
Thou alone our guide canst be;
When oppress'd with woe and care,
Whom have we to trust but thee?
5 Let us ever hear thy voice,
Ask thy counsel every day:
Saints and angels will rejoice,
If we walk in wisdom's way.
6 Saviour, give us faith, and pour
Hope and love on every soul;
Hope, till time shall be no more;
Love, while endless ages rolli.
"Jesus saith, Have ye never read, Out
of the mouth of babes and sucklings
thou hast perfected praise."-
MATT. xxi. 16.
1 WHEN, his salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to his name.
Nor did their zeal offend him,
But, as he rode along,
He let them still attend him,
And smiled to hear their song;
Hosanna to Jesus they sang.
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