L. M. 2 "Permit them to approach," he cries, 66 For 'twas to bless such souls as these 3 He leads them to the heavenly streams, And guides them to the fruitful fields, 4 The feeblest lambs amid the flock, "Suffer little children to come unto me." 1 Most Holy God, we bring to Thee Thy children here, and Thine in Heaven. 2 O, take them in Thy gracious arms, And fold them fondly to Thy breast; And there, secure from all alarms, Serene and sweet shall be their rest. 3 0, save them from the world's control, 4 Dear Father, let Thy blessing now "And he saw the heavens opened, and the Spirit like a dove descending upon him." 1 Now, with baptismal waters touched, While heart, and soul, and mind, and strength, 2 Send down on them Thy holy dove, Be each in faith, and hope, and love, 3 0, help them in the wilderness S. M. To see above them still Thy peace, 1 The sparrow finds a home, The little bird a nest; Deep in Thy dwelling, Lord, they come, 2 And shall we be afraid, Thy little ones, to come, And find within Thine altar's shade, 3 Here guard us as Thine eye, That when the spoiler passeth by, 130 AFTER BAPTISM-HEAVEN. 4 Here nerve our souls with might, AFTER BAPTISM, 64. "Thou, O God, hast heard my vows." 1 O happy bond, that seals my vows To Him who claims my highest love! Let cheerful anthems fill His house, While to His altar now I move. 2 'Tis done the holy work is done; Glad to confess the voice divine. 3 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear; P. M. Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. HEAVEN. 65. "It doth not yet appear what we shall be." 1 There is a happy land, Far, far away, Oh, how they sweetly sing, Praise, praise for aye! C. M. 2 Come to that happy land, Why will ye doubting stand, Oh, we shall happy be, When, from sin and sorrow free, 3 Bright, in that happy land, Be a crown and kingdom won, "At thy right hand there are pleasures forever more." 1 "Twere vain to think what Heaven will be, If lovely things will charm us there, 2 For mortal eye hath never seen, The love and joy laid up in store 3 Heaven is a holy, happy place, Where angels sing, and Jesus dwells, "These are they which came out of great tribulation." 1 Who are these in bright array, S. M. This exulting, countless throng, New dominion every hour." 2 These through fiery trials trod; 3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown, God shall wipe away their tears. 68. *MRS. M. A. H. SHULTS. "We have a building of God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." 1 Now o'er earth's smiling face But this is not our dwelling-place, |