Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, 4 Now the vows of God are on you Then, dear brethren, then, dear sisters, Sigourney. 214. S. M. Before immersion. MINISTERS AND ELDERS. 1 CHOOSE ye his cross to bear CANDIDATES. 2 We love his holy word; CHOIR. 3 All hail! ye blessed band! 4 Tread in the Saviour's steps; And as he ope'd the gates of death Judson. 215. L. M. Following Christ. 1 COME, Holy Spirit, Dove divine! On these baptismal waters shine, Shirland. Wells. And teach our hearts, in highest strain, We love thy cross, the shame, the pain, The sealing unction from above,- Judson. 216. L. M. Hamburg. The baptism of Christ. Col. ii. 12. 2 His voice we hear, his footsteps trace, Let endless glories round him shine! Sigourney. 217. s. M. The example of Christ, 1 SAVIOUR, thy law we love— Thy pure example bless, Seir. And, with a firm, unwavering zeal, 2 Not to the fiery pains By which the martyrs bled- 3 But, at this peaceful tide, The homage of obedient hearts 218. L. M. Trials after pleasant obedience. Mat. iv. 1. 1 WHEN the eternal Son of God And sore temptation firmly bears. Wells. 2 Should you that have been now baptiz'd 3 Never presume to think, or say, The stream hath wash'd your sins away: 4 Each rite, which truth and love ordain, 5 Baptiz'd with Christ, be this your aim, Epis. Col. DOCTRINE. 219. S. M. Marlborough Depravity. Job. xxv. 4. 1 AH, how shall fallen man 2 If he our ways should mark, 3 All-seeing, powerful God! Who can with thee contend? 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, 5 Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet him, and escape, Stennet. 220. L. M. Atonement. Job xxv. 4. Winchester. 1 HOW shall the sons of men appear, Great God, before thine awful bar? 4 K How may the guilty hope to find 2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries- Nor infant blood, profusely spilt- 3 The blood of Jesus Christ alone 221. 11. 8. Zion's Pilgrim. Distinguishing grace. Jer. xxxi. 3. 1 IN songs of sublime adoration and praise, 2 His love, from eternity fix'd upon you, When each with the cords of his kindness he drew, And brought you to love his great name. 3 O, had he not pitied the state you were in Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt, You all would have liv'd, would have died, too, in sin, And sunk with the load of your guilt. What was there in you that could merit esteem, Or give the Creator delight? ""Twas even so, Father!" you ever must sing, "Because it seem'd good in thy sight." "Twas all of thy grace we were brought to obey, While others were suffer'd to go |