VII. "HE SHALL GATHER THE LAMBS WITH HIS ARM." ISAIAH xl. 11. POOR shepherdless lambs, amid darkness and dangers, We sported in paths of temptation and sin; We had heedlessly follow'd the bidding of strangers, But Jesus heard tell of our pitiful story, And love fill'd His bosom with grief for our loss, For us He forsook the bright mansions of glory And came to the manger, the garden, the cross. He sought and He found: in His bosom He laid us, And shew'd us the marks in His hands and His feet, And gently, meanwhile, to His sheep-fold convey'd us, A shelter from tempest, a shadow from heat. 258 “ HE SHALL GATHER THE LAMBS WITH HIS ARM." With His crook and His staff He doth govern and guide us: How green are the pastures, the waters how clear! While Jesus is with us, what harm shall betide us? While He is our shepherd, what foe shall we fear? "Tis true that in places the path may be thorny; He says, be the path thither longer or shorter, No cloud ever darkens our home in the skies; For He'll lead us beside living fountains of water, And God shall wipe off every tear from our eyes. VIII. BAPTISM OF SUCH AS ARE OF RIPER YEARS. "And now, why tarriest thou? Arise, and be baptized, and wash away thy sins, calling on the name of the Lord."- ACTS xxii. 16. STAND, soldier of the cross, Thy high allegiance claim, And vow to hold the world but loss For thy Redeemer's name. Arise, and be baptized, And wash thy sins away: Thy faith and hope be realized, Our heavenly country now, Receive imprinted on thy brow His Passion's awful sign. 260 BAPTISM OF SUCH AS ARE OF RIPER YEARS. No more thine own, but Christ's; With all the saints of old, And martyr throngs enroll'd, In God's whole armor strong, The warfare may be sharp and long, O bright the conqueror's crown, When faith casts every trophy down IX. CONFIRMATION HYMN. [To be sung after the benedictory prayer, Defend, O Lord, this Thy servant with Thy heavenly grace, that he may continue Thine for ever," &c.] That knits us, Lord, to Thee: May voice, and heart, and soul respond When this world strikes its dulcet harp, Be "Thine for ever," clear and sharp, When sin in pleasure's soft disguise Would work us deadliest harm, May "Thine for ever " from the skies Steal down, and break the charm. |