375. Repent, and be Baptized. 148.
REPENT, and be baptiz'd,
Saith your redeeming Lord;
Ye all are now appriz'd,
That 'tis your Saviour's word;
Arise, arise, without delay,
And his divine command obey.
Ye penitential race,
Who fell at Jesu's feet,
Sav'd by his glorious grace,
Come, to his will submit;
And be baptiz'd without delay,
And his divine command obey.
Come, ye believing train,
No more this truth withstand;
No longer think in vain,
To honour God's command;
But haste, arise, without delay,
And be baptiz'd in Jesu's way.
Jesus, thou Prince of Peace,
To thy great name we pray;
Make the converted race,
Thine ordinance obey;
O may thy love their souls o'ercome,
And draw them to thy liquid tomb.
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LORD of abounding grace,
Shine from thy glorious throne;
With thy transporting smiles,
This institution crown;
In strains of rapture may we sing,
While we confess our Lord and King,
Jordan we call to mind,
Where Jesus was baptiz'd;
Where the eternal God,
Proclaim'd himself well pleas'd; Where the bright scenes of glory shone, Around the everlasting Son.
Inspir'd with love and zeal,
The grateful saints pursue
The pleasing paths of God,
With Jesus in their view;
They own their Saviour strong to save;
They own him in the wat'ry grave.
Now, Jesus, come, and bless
This ordinance of thine;
O bless thy waiting saints,
With blessings all divine;
Give them a soul-refreshing sight,
Of all the blissful realms of light.
Now, thou exalted Prince of Peace,
Behold the subjects of thy grace;
Drawn by the pleasing cords of love,
In wisdom's ways they sweetly move.
When in the water they descend,
There may they meet the sinner's Friend;
Smiling from yonder blissful throne,
Sending immortal blessings down.
O may they find beneath the wave,
That Christ is in the liquid grave;
May they sink deep in love divine,
And feel the death of self and sin.
When from the honour'd stream they rise,
Then may they view the op'ning skies;
May the bright beams of light appear,
Proving the Lord is truly here.
May ev'ry good to them be giv'n,
And let them feel the smiles of heav'n;
Then shall they find celestial peace,
And triumph in thy special grace.
May all the ransom'd of thy blood
Own 'tis a great command of God;
May each obey the sacred word,
And follow their incarnate Lord.
378. The same. L. M.
WHEN we baptize, we see the mode,
In honour'd Jordan's swelling flood;
We're deaf to error's impious voice;
The way Christ chose, becomes our choice.
Down in the stream they both descend,
And John immers'd the sinner's friend;-
Out of the water straitway came,
The lovely, all-obedient Lamb.
Then, lo! the heavens open'd are,
A dove celestial doth appear;
And now the Father's voice is heard,
Approving the incarnate Word.)
This, this is my beloved Son,
" Of whom I speak, whom now I own;
"In him well pleas'd, I am always,
"Because in all things he obeys."
Now, ye believing souls, regard
The conduct of your glorious Lord;
Walk in his honour'd paths, and prove
How greatly his commands you love.
And now, O God, in love come down,
And this thy institution own;
Show to thy saints rich scenes of grace,
While Christ the Lord, they now confess.
379. Faith assisted by sense; or, Preaching,
Baptism, and the Lord's Supper. C. M.
My Saviour-God, my Sov'reign-Prince,
Reigns far above the skies!
But brings his graces down to sense,
And helps my faith to rise.
My eyes and ears shall bless his name,
They read and hear his word:
My touch and taste shall do the same,
When they receive the Lord.
Baptismal water is design'd
To seal his cleansing grace,
While at his feast of bread and wine
He gives his saints a place.
But not the waters of a flood
Can make my flesh so clean,
As by his Spirit and his blood
He'll wash my soul from sin,
Not choicest meats, or noblest wines,
So much my heart refresh,
As when my faith goes thro' the signs,
And feeds upon his flesh.
I love the Lord, who stoops so low,
To give his word a seal;
But his rich grace his hands bestow
Exceeds the figures still.
380. Not Ashamed of Christ.
JESUS! and shall it ever be
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!
Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon :
"Tis midnight with my soul till he,
Bright Morning-Star! bid darkness flee.
Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend!
No; when I blush-be this my shame
That I no more revere his name.
Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
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