4 He chang'd the long appointed sign, And made the charter more divine; Lord, let this child in life arise, Bless'd with the grace the sign implies! 230 L. M. The same. WASHBOURN 1 IN this expressive sign, we trace Atoning blood and cleansing grace; It teaches us that word to plead, "I'll pour my spirit on thy seed." 2 Thus "sprinkle many nations," Lord, According to thy holy word; Let "showers of blessings" still descend, Thine institutions to attend. 3 Eternal Spirit, condescend To crown this symbol of thy grace! With blessings on our infant race. 231 L. M. Baptism of Adults. WASHBOURN. GREAT God we thankfully embrace, The orders of thy house review, 2 This sacred rite, though long deferr'd, Since to ourselves thy grace is known, 3 Baptismal water, less or more, 5 Thus Lord, thine institutions shine, 232 C. M. Lord's Supper. MONTGOMERY. 1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word, humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee. 2 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! 3 Remember Thee, and all thy pains, Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember Thee. 4 And when these failing lips grow dumb And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me. 233 L. M. The same. WASHBOURN, 1 YES, the Divine Redeemer said, When very near to Calvary, "Ye members of your dying Head, 'This, do in memory of me." 2 We meet around thy table, Lord, Sweetly constrain'd by love to thee; And thank thee for that parting word, "This do in memory of me:" 3 Here, may we still delight to meet, Until with joy thy face we see; Until the marriage feast we eat, thine own kingdom, Lord, with thee DEATH. 234 8. 8. Death of a believer. WILKS. 2 How blest is our Brother, bereft From sorrow and sadness set free; No longer a sinner like me. 3 To mourn, and to suffer is mine, O Jesus, almighty to save, 235 8. 7. Consolation to Survivors. COLLYER. 1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish O'er the grave of those you love; Pain, and death, and night, and anguish, While our silent steps are straying, Glory's brightest beams are playing 2 Light and peace at once deriving Sickness, there, no more can come; |