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5 O may thy grace his heart enlarge,

To teach thy precepts given,
Till, with the people of his charge,

He shall be called to heaven.

HYMN 488. L. M. [#]

Pastoral Care. 1 GREAT God, before thy throne we bow;

To thee we raise the fervent prayer ; Do thou on us thy grace bestow,

And make us all thy tender care. 2 Him thou dost place as pastor here,

Wilt thou, O Saviour, deign to bless : With firmness and with godly fear

May he declare thy truth and grace. 3 May no vain pride his heart possess,

To wrest thy word, thy truth conceal ; Be thou his Strength and Righteousness,

And with thy love his bosom fill. 4 And on this people, gracious Lord,

Pour down thy blessings from above, Cause every heart to love thy word,

And in thy paths their footsteps move. 5 We pray, O God, and we believe;

We've seen thy kindness all our days; And long as we existence have,

We'll celebrate thy wondrous praise.

HYMN 489. L. M. [#]

Ordination or Installation.
1 O THOU, who art above all height,

Our God, our Father and our Friend,
Beneath thy throne of love and light,

Let thine adoring children bend. 2 We kneel in praise, that here is set

A vine that by thy culture grew;
We kneel in prayer, that thou wouldst wet

Its opening leaves with heavenly dew. 3 Since this thy servant now hath given

Himself, his powers, his hopes, his youth, To the great cause of truth and heaven,

Be thou his Guide, O God of truth. 4 Here may his doctrine drop like rain,

His speech like Hermon's dew distil, Till green fields smile, and golden grain,

Ripe for the harvest, waits thy will. 5 And when he sinks in death, by care,

Or pain, or toil, or years oppressed, O God, remember then our prayer,

And take his spirit to thy rest.


HYMN 490. C. M. [b or #]

Dedication of Children.
1 Lo, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands

With all-engaging charms;
See how he takes the tender lambs,

And folds them in his arms!
2 Permit them to approach, he cries,

Nor scorn their humble name ;
It was to bless such souls as these

The Lord of glory 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.
4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;

Ye children, seek his face ;
And fly with transport to receive

The blessings of his grace.
5 If orphans they are left behind,

Thy guardian care we trust;
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,

If weeping o'er their dust.

HYMN 491. C. M. [#]

Children blessed. 1 How large the promise, how divine,

To Abram and his seed !
I'll be a God to thee and thine,

Supplying all their need.
2 The words of his extensive love

From age to age endure;
The angel of the promise proves,

And seals, the blessing sure.
3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms,

To our great fathers given ;
He takes young children in his arms,

And calls them heirs of heaven. 4 Our God, how faithful are his ways !

His love endures the same;
Nor from the promise of his grace

Blots out the children's name.

HYMN 492. S. M. [#]

Our Offspring the Care of God. 1 LORD, what our ears have heard

Our eyes delighted trace;
Thy love in long succession shown

To Zion's chosen race.
2 Our children thou dost claim,

And mark them out for thine : Ten thousand blessings to thy name,

For goodness so divine.

3 Thee let the fathers own,

And thee the sons adore ;
Joined to the Lord in solemn vows,

To be forgot no more.
4 How great thy mercies, Lord !

How plenteous is thy grace,
Which, in the promise of thy love,

Includes our rising race !

HYMN 493. C. M. [#]

Infants blessed of Christ.
1 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord,

With transport all divine ;
Thine image trace in every word,

Thy love in every line.
2 With joy I see a thousand charms

Spread o'er thy lovely face,
While infants, in thy tender arms,

Receive the smiling grace.
3 I take these little lambs, said he,

And lay them on my breast;
Protection they shall find in me,

In me be ever blest. 4 Death may the bands of life unloose, But can't dissolve


love; Millions of infant souls compose

The family above.
5 His words, ye happy parents, hear,

And shout, with joys divine,
Dear Saviour, all we have and are

Shall be forever thine.

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