GRACIOUS Saviour, gentle Shepherd,
Little ones are dear to Thee;
Gathered with Thine arms, and carried
In Thy bosom, may they be
Sweetly, fondly, safely tended;
From all want and danger free.
Tender Shepherd, never leave them
From Thy fold to go astray;
By Thy look of love directed,
May they walk the narrow way;
Thus direct them, and protect them,
Lest they fall an easy prey.
Cleanse their hearts from sinful folly
In the stream Thy love supplied;
Mingled streams of blood and water,
Flowing from Thy wounded side:
And to heavenly pastures lead them,
Where Thine own still waters glide.
Let Thy holy word instruct them;
Fill their minds with heavenly light;
Let Thy love and grace constrain them,
To approve whate'er is right,
Take Thine easy yoke, and wear it,
And to prove Thy burden light.
Taught to lisp the holy praises

Which on earth Thy children sing,—
Both with lips and hearts unfeigned
May they their thank-offerings bring;
Then with all the saints in glory
Join to praise their Lord and King!

181.

CONFIRMATION.

S. M.

SOLDIERS of Christ! arise,
And put your armour on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through His eternal Son.

Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
And in His mighty power;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.

Stand then in His great might,
With all his strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.

From strength to strength go on,
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day.

That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,

Ye may obtain, though Christ alone
A crown of joy at last.

Jesu, Eternal Son,

We praise Thee and adore,

Who art with God the Father One

And Spirit evermore.

WITNESS, ye men and angels, now
Before the Lord we speak ;
To Him we make a solemn vow,-
A vow we dare not break.-

That long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from His cause will we depart,
Or ever quit the field.

We trust not in our native strength,
But on His grace rely,

That, with returning wants the Lord
Will all our need supply.

Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in Thy ways:

And, while, we turn our vows to prayers,
Turn Thou our prayers to praise.

183.

BURIAL OF THE DEAD.

L. M.

ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days;
Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to Thy praise.

My days are short than a span,
A little point my life appears:
How frail, at best, is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears!

Oh! be a nobler portion mine!
My God! I bow before Thy throne:
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hope on Thee alone.

WHEN our heads are bowed with woe
When our bitter tears o'erflow,

When we mourn our lost ones dear,
Son of Man, O Jesu, hear!

Thou, O Lord, our flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear :
Son of Man, O Jesu, hear!

When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Son of Man, O Jesu, hear!

Thou the shame, the grief hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own,
Thou hast deigned their load to bear:
Son of Man, O Jesu, hear!

When the solemn death-bell tolls
For our own departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Son of Man, O Jesu, hear!

Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou Thine own life's blood hast shed,
Thou hast filled a mortal bier :
Son of Man, O Jesu, hear!

DAY of Wrath! O day of mourning!
See! once more the Cross returning-
Heaven and earth to ashes burning!
Oh! what fear the sinner rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth.
Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,
Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth,
All before the throne it bringeth!

Lo! the Book, exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded;
Thence shall judgment be awarded.
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding,
Where the just are mercy needing?

King of majesty tremendous,
Who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity! then befriend us!