2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,.
Čan make this load of guilt remove;
And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st
On thy kind wings, celestial Dove !
3 O might I once mount up and see
The glories of th' eternal skies,
What little things these worlds would be,
How despicable to my eyes!]

4 Had I a glance of thee, my God,

Kingdoms and men would vanish soon; Vanish, as though I saw them not,

As a dim candle dies at noon.

5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave;
I should perceive their noise no more
Than we can hear the shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in All! Eternal King!
Let me but view thy lovely face,
And all my pow'rs shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.

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CXXXVI. 8, 6. RIP. SELEC.
The everlasting Song.

ARTII has engross'd my love too long;
'Tis time I lift mine eyes

Upward, dear Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies.

2 There the blest Man, my Saviour sits;
The God how bright he shines!
And scatters infinitè delights

On all the happy minds.

3 Seraphs with elevated strains, Circle the throne around;

And move and charm the starry plains,
With an immortal sound.

4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;
Jesus, my love, they sing:
Jesus, the life of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string.
5 [Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds
Of time and space they run;
And echo in majestic sounds
The Godhead of the Son!

6 And now they sink the lofty tune,
And gentler notes they play;
And bring the Father's equal down
To dwell in humble clay.

7 O sacred beauties of the Man!
(The God resides within :)

His flesh all pure, without a stain;
His soul without a sin,

8 But, when to Calvary they turn,
Silent their harps abide;

Suspended songs a moment mourn
The God that lov'd and died.

9 Then, all at once, to living strains
They summon every chord:
Tell how he triumph'd o'er his pains,
And chaunt the rising Lord.

10 Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too!

My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here's joyful work for you.

11 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:
O for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies!

12 There ye that love my Saviour sit:
There I would fain have place,
Among your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face.

BAPTISM.

CXXXVII. 13s. WILMINGTON COL. Altered.

The example of Christ.

BEGIN

Matt. iii.

EGIN the third of Matthew, and read that chapter through;

It teaches true believers, what they are call'd to do;

It speaks of John the Baptist, who in the wilderness,

Did preach the joyful tidings of Christ the prince of peace.

2 Some Pharisees attended to be baptiz'd of him,

But he demanded fruit of repentance wrought in them;

Saying I'll baptize you freely, when you confess your sin,

Submit to Christ the Saviour, and own him for your king.

3 Then came the great Redeemer, Jehovah God the Son,

And was baptiz'd in Jordan, by his own servant John;

As he came out of the water, the Spirit from above,

Descending, lighted on him in th' likeness of a Dove.

4 The heav'ns thus were open'd, that plainly you might see,

A witness to the people, that so it ought to be; A voice too from the Father, proclaim'd "This is my son,

"In whom I am well pleased with all that he "has done."

5 You that believe in Jesus, come show it by your love;

Come follow his example recorded from above;

Take up your cross as freely as Jesus did for

you,

To him I recommend you, and bid you all

adieu.

CXXXVIII. 8, 7, 4. P.——*

Baptism.

LONG with doubts and fears surrounded,
I've delay'd to own my Lord;

In the ways of his appointment,
Though recorded in his word;
"If ye love me, &c.

"Keep, saith Jesus, my commands." 2 Conscious now it is my duty

To obey the Shepherd's voice,
Though I fear, I cannot tarry;
'Tis my soul's delightful choice,
To be walking, &c.

With the flock in holiness.

3 Dear neglected, injured Saviour,
By thy grace I'll follow thee;
Since thy saints in love receive me,
To thy courts, I gladly flee;

Here is water, &c.

In thy name I'll be baptiz'd.

4 O ye saints, who now behold me,
Join to praise a gracious God;
While you see a blood-bought sinner,
Tread the path his Master trod!
By submission, &c.

To the gospel's great command.

5 While a pop'lous crowd surround me,
And the wicked laugh to scorn;
Lead me Jesus to mount Calv'ry,
Thy derisions there to mourn;
While expiring, &c.

On the cross for guilty man!

6 While I now behold the water,
Wherein I am soon to lie,
Aid me Saviour to remember

That for sinners thou didst die!
Of which wondrous, &c.
Grace, an emblem waters are.

7 While beneath that stream* immerged,
May I think on Jordan's wave,

In which Jesus was baptized,
Showing forth his future grave!
Endless wonder! &c.

That my Lord should die for me!

8 Boundless goodness, sovereign mercy, Here in my Redeemer shine;

In this figure I behold him,

Once o'erwhelm'd in wrath divine,

To deliver, &c.

From the flames a chosen world.

* If a river, sing-those waves.

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