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OUR CHILDREN'S SACRED SONGS.
HOW SWEETLY FLOWED THE GOSPEL'S SOUND.
Sib John Bowbing.
How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place!
From heaven He came, of heaven He spake, To heaven He led his followers' way ;
Dark clouds of gloomy night He brake, Unveiling an immortal day.
" Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!" Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest!
Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay ! A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.
THE GOD OF BETHEL.
O God of Bethel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed, Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led;
Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace;
God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race !
Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide.
Oh, spread thy covering wings around Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode Our souls arrive in peace!
Such blessings from thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore;
And thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore.
BAPTISMAL HYMN. Henby Alfobd.
In token that thou shalt not fear
Christ crucified to own, We print the cross upon thee here,
And stamp thee his alone.
In token that thou shalt not blush
To glory in his name, We blazon here upon thy front
His glory and his shame.
In token that thou shalt not flinch Christ's quarrel to maintain,
But 'neath his banner, manfully, Firm at thy post remain;
In token that thou too shalt tread
The path he traveled by, Endure the cross, despise the shame,
And sit thee down on high;
Thus outwardly and visibly
We seal thee for his own; And may the brow that wears his cross
Hereafter share his crown!
ROCK OF AGES.
Abridged from Toplady.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!
Let the water and the blood
From thy wounded side which flowed
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath, and make me pure!
Could my tears forever flow, Could my zeal no languor know� This for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and thou alone: In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling.
While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death; When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee!