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3. At length I own it can not be,

That I should fit myself for Thee,
Here now to Thee, I all resign,

Thine is the work, and only Thine.
4. What shall I say Thy grace to move?

Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love;
I give up every plea beside-
Lord, I am lost, but Thou hast died.


L. M.
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 renow 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.



II. M.
1. Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray

From Thy secure inclosure's bound,
And, lured by worldly joys away,

Among the thoughtless crowd be found; 2. Remember still that they are Thine,

That Thy dear sacred name they bear;
Think that the seal of love divine,
The sign of covenant grace they wear.

3. In all their erring, sinful years,

O let them ne'er forgotten be;
Remember all the prayers and tears

Which made them consecrate to Thee. 4. And when these lips no more can pray.

These eyes can weep for them no more,
Turn Thou their feet from folly's way;

The wand'rers to Thy fold restore.


C. M.
1. By cool Siloam's shady rill

How fair the lily grows!
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,

Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
3. Lo! such the child, whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God. 3. By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay ;
The rose, that blooms beneath the hill,

Must shortly fade away.
4. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,

And stormy, passion's rage.
5. O Thou, who givest life and breath,

We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age and death,

To keep us still Thinc own.



C. M.
1. O say not, think not, heavenly notes

To childish ears are vain;
That the young mind at random floats,

And can not reach the strain.

2. Was not our Lord, a little child,

Taught by degrees to pray,
By father dear, and mother mild,

Instructed day by day?
3. And though some tones be weak and low,

What are all prayers beneath
But cries of babes, that can not know

Half the deep thought they breathe ?
4. In His own words we Christ adore;

But angels, as we speak,
Higher above our meaning soar,

Than we o’er children wcak. KEBLE


C. M.
1. 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;
It was to bless such souls as these

The Lord of angels came." .
3. We bring them, Lord, in thankful bands,

And yield them up to Thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are Thine,

Thine let our offspring be! DODDRIDGR.


S. M,
1. Dear Saviour, we are Thine

By everlasting bands;
Our hearts, our souls, we would resign

Entirely to Thy hands.
2. To Thee we still would cleave .

With ever-growing zeal;
If millions tempt us Christ to leave,

0, let them ne'er prevail.

3. Thy Spirit shall unite

Our souls to Thee, our Head;
Shall form us to Thy image bright,

And teach Thy paths to tread.
4. Death may our souls divide

From these abodes of clay :
But love shall keep us near Thy side,

Through all the gloomy way.
5. Since Christ and we are one,

Why should we doubt or fear ?
If He in heaven has fixed His throne,

He'll fix His members there. DODDRIDGE,

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1. Jesus, my strength, my hope,

On Thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,

And know Thou hear'st my prayer.
2. Give me on Thee to wait,

Till I can all things do,
On Thee, almighty to create,

Almighty to renew.
3. I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down, and casts behind

The baits of pleasing ill;
4. A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sustain

The consecrated cross;
5. I want a godly fear,

A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to Thee when sin is near,

And sees the tempter fly;

6. A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,

And watching unto prayer.


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1. My Father bids me come,

O, why do I delay?
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. 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 I

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.

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