Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms !

2

Permit them to approach," he cries, "Nor scorn their humble name; For 'twas to bless such souls as these, The Lord of angels came.'

3

We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,
And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,-
Thine let our offspring be.

4

Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;
Ye children, seek his face ;
And fly with transport to receive
The blessings of his grace.

5

If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust:
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
If weeping o'er their dust.

HYMN 217. C. M.

How large the promise! how divine,

To Abrah'm and his seed! "I'll be a God to thee and thine, Supplying all their need."

2

The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure;

The angel of the cov❜nant proves,
And seals, the blessing sure.

3

Jesus the ancient faith confirms,
To our great fathers giv❜n;

He takes young children to his arms,
And calls them heirs of heav'n.

4

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

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HYMN 218. P.M.

COME, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace! Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise: Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above : Praise the mount-O, fix me on it; Mount of God's unchanging love.

2

Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home:
Jesus sought me, when a stranger
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interpos'd with precious blood.

3

O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain❜d to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ;

Prone to leave the God I loveHere's my heart, Lord, take and seal it ; Seal it from thy courts above.

HYMN 219. S. M.

BLESSED be God for all;
For all things here below;
For pain, and ease, and joy, and thrall
To my advantage grow.

2

Blessed be God, for shame,
For slander, and disgrace ;
Welcome reproach, for Jesus' name;
Like flint, Lord, set my face.

3

Blessed be God, for loss,

For loss of earthly things;
For ev'ry scourge, and ev'ry cross,
Still nearer Jesus brings.

4

Blessed be God for pain,

Which tears my flesh like thorns ;

It crucifies my carnal man,

To God, my soul returns.

5

Blessed be God, for friends;
Blessed be God, for foes;

Blessed be God, whose gracious ends
No finite creature knows.

6

Blessed be God, for life;

Blessed be God, for death;

Blessed be God, for joy, or grief;

I welcome all through faith.

HYMN 220. L. M.

WITH solemn shout, we sing thy praise. Ancient of everlasting days!

Thou daily gather'st home thine own,

Who bear thy cross, to wear thy crown.

4

2

Let all rejoice, and no one grieve;
This day we meet to take our leave
Of our dear brother's precious dust,
Until the rising of the just.

3

One with the body of the Lamb,
Seal'd with Immanuel's new name,
A member of his flesh and bone ;
By blood redeem'd, to heav'n he's gone.

4

Then mourn not o'er the lifeless clay, But wait the resurrection day,

When Christ the Saviour shall appear, And he come with him in the air.

HYMN 221. L. M.

MOST precious in our Saviour's sight

Are all his saints, unnotic'd death!
He bears them to eternal light
When they resign their mortal breath.

2

Precious the soul by him redeem'd, From threat'ning evils snatch'd away : Precious their dust, by him esteem'd, He'll raise it at the latter day.

3

Free from this world's incumber'd cares, From satan's rage, and human spite, From sin's distress, and gloomy fears; How precious this in Jesus' sight!

4

All this and more, our brother proves;
Now he the son of man can see;
He sees, he feels, he joys, he loves!
And all from intermission free.

HYMN 222. L. M.

THUS we commemorate the day,

On which our dearest Lord was slain;
Thus we our pious homage pay,
Till he appears on earth again.

2

Come, great Redeemer, open wide
The curtains of the parting sky;
On a bright cloud, in triumph ride,
And on the wind's swift pinions fly.

3

Come, King of kings, with thy bright train,
Cherubs, and Seraphs, heav'nly hosts;
Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign
As far as earth extends her coasts.

Come, Lord, and, where thy cross once stood, There plant thy banner, fix thy throne;

Subdue the rebels by thy word,

And claim the nations for thine own.

HYMN 223. C. M.

MORTALS, behold the dying love
Of your redeeming King!

Ye, who redemption's wonders prove,
His mighty praise should sing.

2

While you his broken body see,
And feast on heav'nly bread ;
Mark, how he groan'd on Calvary;
Behold him, with the dead!

3

Sinners! the cup, o'erflowing, view,

And taste

cheering wine;

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