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2 Hark! hark!-the sounds draw nigh,
The joyful hosts descend ;
grace. 3 Bear, bear the tidings round;
Let every mortal know
What pity he can show;
To great Immanuel's name;
And all his grace proclaim;
Great David's greater Son;
His reign on earth begun!
To set the captive free;
And rule in equity.
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong ;
Their darkness turn to light,
Were precious in his sight.
Upon the fruitful earth,
Spring in nis path to birth :
Shall peace the herald go,
From hill to valley flow.
And daily vows ascend;
A kingdom without end :
Ilis covenant remove ;
That name to us is-Love.
HYMN 446. L. M.
Baptism. 1 OBEDIENT to our Zion's King, We to his holy laver bring
These happy converts, who have known
alone. 2 Lord, in thy house they seek thy face ;
Oh, bless them with peculiar grace;
Let beams of glory round them shine. 3 Ye, who your native vileness mourn,
And to the great Redeemer turn,
L. M. Collyer.
Eternal parent of mankind;
Thy face they seek, and let them find. 2 Let the dear pledges of their love,
Like tender plants around them grow;
Upon their little ones bestow.
The charge which they devote as thine,
And seal with pow'r the rite divine. 4 To ev'ry member of their house,
Thy grace impart, thy love extend;
C. M. Doddridge. St. Ann's. Arlington.
Mark x. 14.
With all engaging charms;
And folds them in his arms.
“ 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.
Ye children seek his face;
The blessings of his grace.
Thy guardian care we trust;
If weeping o'er their dust.
Hyde. Barby. Clarendon. Chapel. ] SHEPHERD, who lead'st with tender care,
The feeble of thy fold, -
2 This little helpless lamb receive,
In mercy, to thy breast;
It safely there to rest.
Through all life's dang’rous way;
Nor be the lion's prey.
Oh, let it find a place;
A trophy of thy grace.
C. M. Doddridge.
Ye heirs of glory, hear;
Might charm the dullest ear.
Your souls to sin must die :
With Christ ascend on high.
Enthron'd, divinely fair ; Yet owns himself your
Brother still, And your Forerunner there. 4 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise
On wings of faith and love; Above, your choicest treasure lios, And be your hearts above.