Christ blessing Children.

1 ON, through Judæa's palmy plain,
By Jordan's silvery shore,
The Saviour leads the thronging train,
Who follow to implore.

C. M.

2 'Midst youth, and sire, and blooming maid, He marked the listening child;

His hand upon its head he laid,
And blest in accents mild.

3 Lord, though no more thy hallowed form Can greet our children's sight,

O grant, whilst life their breasts shall warm, Thy words may guide them right.


4 They may not feel thine earthly touch;
But be thy Spirit given,

To make them holy; "for of such
The kingdom is of heaven."

8 & 7s. M.


The Lambs offered to the Good Shepherd.

1 SAVIOUR! Who thy flock art feeding, With the shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs thy bosom share;

[ocr errors]

2 Thou, our little ones receiving,
Fold them in thy gracious arm;
There, we know, thy word believing, -
Only there, secure from harm.


8 Never, from thy pasture roving,
Let them be to sin a prey;
Let thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them in life's doubtful way:

4 Then within thy fold eternal

Let them find a resting-place; Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of thy grace.

C. M.


Infants in the Arms of Jesus.

1 THY life I read, my dearest Lord!
And see it all divine;
Thine image trace in every word,
Thy love in every line.


2 With joy I see a thousand charms
Spread o'er thy gentle face,
While infants, in thy tender arms,
Receive the smiling grace.

"I take these little lambs," said he,
"And lay them on my breast;
Protection they shall find in me,
In me be ever blest.

4 "Death may the bands of life unloose But not dissolve my love;

Millions of infant souls compose
The family above."

5 His words, ye happy parents, hear, And say to Love Divine,

"Dear Saviour, all we have and are Shall be for ever thine."

C. M.



The Promise to Believers and their Children.

1 How large the promise, how divine,
To Abraham and his seed!
"I'll be a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need."

The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure;
The angel of the covenant proves,
And seals the blessings sure.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms
To our great Father given;

He takes young children in his arms,
And calls them heirs of heaven.

4 Our God!-how faithful are his ways!
His love endures the same;
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out our children's name.


The Hymn of the Last Supper.

THE winds are hushed; the peaceful moon Looks down on Zion's hill;

The city sleeps; 't is night's calm noon, And all the streets are still.

C. M.


2 How soft, how holy, is the light!
And hark! a sweet, low song,
As gently as these dews of night,
Floats on the air along.

3 Affection's wish, devotion's prayer,
Are in that holy strain;

And hope and love and trust are there,
And triumph, won through pain.
4 'T is Jesus and his faithful few
That soul-deep hymn who pour; —
O Christ! may we the song renew,
And learn to love thee more.


Institution of the Lord's Supper.
1 BEFORE the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blessed and brake:
What love through all his actions ran !
What wondrous words of grace he spake!

L. M.

2 "This is my body broke for sin; Receive and eat the living food":



Then took the cup, and blessed the wine, – "'T is the new covenant in my blood."

3 "Do this," he said, "till time shall end,
In memory of your dying Friend;
Meet at my table, and record

The love of your departed Lord."

4 Jesus! thy feast we celebrate;
We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

C. M.


"He was known of them in breaking of Bread."

1 "REMEMBER me," the Saviour said,

On that forsaken night,

[ocr errors]


When from his side his nearest fled,
And death was close in sight.

2 Through all the following ages' track
The world remembers yet;
With love and worship gazes back,
And never can forget.

3 But who of us has seen his face,
Or heard the words he said?
And none can now his look retrace,
In breaking of the bread.

4 O blest are they who have not seen, But yet believe him still!

They know him when his praise they mean, And when they do his will.

We hear his truth along our way,
We see his light above,
Remember, when we watch and pray,
Remember, when we love.

7s. M.


"How much owest thou unto thy Lord?"

1 GLORY of thy Father's face!
Fountain deep of love and grace!
Who, Lord, can repay thee thus,
As thou gav'st thyself for us?


2 What to thee should we reply,
Who for us didst bleed and die,
If thou shouldst the question make,
What have ye
done for my sake?"

« ForrigeFortsett »