4 Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
And every peaceful, private home,
To thee a temple shall become.
5 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight,
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.

VII. ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL

OCCASIONS.

BAPTISM OF INFANTS.

HYMN 86.

III. 3.

AVIOUR, who thy flock art feeding
With the shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs thy bosom share;
2 Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in thy gracious arm;
There, we know, thy word believing,
Only there, secure from harm.

3 Never, from thy pasture roving,
Let them be the Lion's prey;
Let thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them all life's dangerous way:

4 Then, within thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting place;
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of thy grace.

HYMN 87.

THE gentle Saviour calls

S. M.

Our children to his breast;

He folds them in his gracious arms,
Himself declares them blest.

2 "Let them approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble claim;
The heirs of heaven are such as these,
For such as these I came."

3 Gladly we bring them, Lord,
Devoting them to thee,

Imploring that, as we are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.

BAPTISM OF ADULTS.

HYMN 88.

Eph. vi. 10-13.

S. M.

SOLDIERS of Christ arise,

And put your armour on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through his eternal Son.

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts,

And in his mighty power,

Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,

Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand then in his great might,
With all his strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.

4 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may behold your victory won,
And stand complete at last.

HAPPY day, that stays my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my God:
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell thy goodness all abroad.
2 O happy bond, that seals my vows,
To him who merits all my love;

Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
While to his sacred throne I move.

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3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done
Deign, gracious Lord, to make me thine :
Help me, through grace, to follow on,
Glad to confess thy voice divine.

4 Here rest, my oft divided heart,

Fix'd on thy God, thy Saviour, rest; Who with the world would grieve to part, When call'd on angels' food to feast? 5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renew'd shall daily hear,

Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

WITNESS, ye men and angels; now
Before the Lord we speak;

To him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break:

2 That, long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength,
But on his grace rely,

That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

4 Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in thy ways;

And, while we turn our vows to prayers,
Turn thou our prayers to praise.

YOUTH, when devoted to the Lord,
Is pleasing in his eyes;

A flower, though offer'd in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.

2 'Tis easier far if we begin

To fear the Lord betimes;
For sinners who grow old in sin,
Are harden'd by their crimes.

3 It saves us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young;
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtues strong.

4 To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our hearts we now resign:

"Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.

O, IN the morn of life, when youth
With vital ardour glows,

And shines in all the fairest charms
That beauty can disclose;

2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers
Are yet by vice enslaved,
Be thy Creator's glorious Name
And character engraved:

3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud
The sunshine of thy days;

And cares and toils, in endless round,
Encompass all thy ways;

4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of
With vain regret, deplore,

age,

And sadly muse on former joys,
That now return no more.

5 True wisdom, early sought and gain❜a In age will give thee rest:

O then, improve the morn of life,
To make its evening blest.

THOU, God, all glory, honour, power,
Art worthy to receive;

Since all things by thy power were made,
And by thy bounty live.

2 And worthy is the Lamb all power,
Honour, and wealth, to gain,

Glory and strength; who for our sins
A sacrifice was slain.

3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem d,
And ransom'd us to God,
From every nation, every coast,
By thy most precious blood.
4 Blessing and honour, glory, power,
By all in earth and heaven,
To Him that sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb be given.

MY God, and is thy table spread,

And does thy cup with love o'erflow?

Thither be all thy children led,

And let them thy sweet mercies know. 2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of his flesh and blood: Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food.

3 Why are its bounties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts display'd?
Was not for you the victim slain?
Are you forbid the children's bread?
4 O let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests:
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its holy pledges tastes.