28 1 2 3 4 5 29 SING S. M. YING to the Lord, our might, This is His holy house, And this His festal day, When He accepts the humblest vows That we sincerely pay. The Sabbath to our sires In mercy first was given; The Church her Sabbaths still requires To speed her on to heaven. We still, like them of old, And God is still as near His fold, To pity and to bless. Then let us open wide Our hearts for Him to fill ; 7.7.7.7. 10 Thy temple I repair: 30 3 While Thy glorious name is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue : Then my joyful soul shall bless Thee, "The Lord my righteousness." 4 While the prayers of saints ascend, God of love, to mine attend; Hear me, when Thy Spirit pleads: Hear; 5 While Thy ministers proclaim Jesus speaking from the throne. 1 B Sunday Evening. 7.7.7.7. LEST Creator of the light, 3 May we ne'er, by guilt deprest, 4 Rather may we heavenward rise 5 Holy Father, hear our cry Through Thy Son, our Lord most High, RE another Sabbath close, ERE Lord, to Thee our hearts we raise, 2 For the mercies of the day, 3 Cold our services have been, 4 While this path of life we tread, 5 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove 32 33 Baptism. C. M. 1 Christ crucified to own, N token that thou shalt not fear We print the cross upon thy brow, 2. In token that thou shalt not fear 3 In token that thou, too, shalt tread 4 Thus outwardly and visibly And may the brow that wears His cross 1 SAW 8. 7. 8. 7. AVIOUR, who Thy flock art feeding All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs Thy bosom share; 2 Now, these little ones receiving, 3 Never, from Thy pasture roving, Let Thy tenderness so loving 34 1 4 Then, within Thy fold eternal, FAT Confirmation. 8.8.8.8.8.8. MATHER, Thy children pray to Thee; A boon of love Divine we seek : Brought to Thine arms in infancy, Ere hearts could feel or tongues could speak, Thy children pray for grace, that they May come themselves to Thee this day. 2 Lord, hear another suppliant cry! When we draw near Christ's table spread, And, tokens of His agony, The wine partake, and broken bread, 35 1 Thy children ask one blessing more: L L. M. OOK down, O Lord, and on our youth Find their young hearts a fruitful place. |