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Christ blessing Children.
1 ON, through Judæa's palmy plain,
2 'Midst youth, and sire, and blooming maid, He marked the listening child;
His hand upon its head he laid,
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;
To make them holy; "for of such
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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;
2 Thou, our little ones receiving,
8 Never, from thy pasture roving,
4 Then within thy fold eternal
Let them find a resting-place; Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of thy grace.
Infants in the Arms of Jesus.
1 THY life I read, my dearest Lord!
2 With joy I see a thousand charms
"I take these little lambs," said he,
4 "Death may the bands of life unloose But not dissolve my love;
Millions of infant souls compose
5 His words, ye happy parents, hear, And say to Love Divine,
"Dear Saviour, all we have and are Shall be for ever thine."
The Promise to Believers and their Children.
1 How large the promise, how divine,
The words of his extensive love
3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms
He takes young children in his arms,
4 Our God!-how faithful are his ways!
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.
2 How soft, how holy, is the light!
3 Affection's wish, devotion's prayer,
And hope and love and trust are there,
Institution of the Lord's Supper.
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,
The love of your departed Lord."
4 Jesus! thy feast we celebrate;
"He was known of them in breaking of Bread."
1 "REMEMBER me," the Saviour said,
On that forsaken night,
When from his side his nearest fled,
2 Through all the following ages' track
3 But who of us has seen his face,
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,
"How much owest thou unto thy Lord?"
1 GLORY of thy Father's face!
2 What to thee should we reply,