HYMN X.

I N such a grave as this
The meek Redeemer lay,
When he, our souls to seek and save,
Learn'd humbly to obey.

See how the spotless lamb
Descends into the stream!
And teaches sinners not to scorn
What him so well became.

His body sanctifies
The salutary flood,
And teaches us to plunge our souls

HYMN IX.

When fam'd Bethesda's waters flow'd,
By a descending angel mov'd;
The wondrous pool a sovereign bath
For every pain and sickness prov'd.

Hither distemper'd crouds repair,
Hither the feeble, lame and blind;
The first who steps into the spring,
Leaves his disease and pains behind.

That languishing and dying souls
A nobler cure might freely meet,
The son of God came down and stirr'd
Baptismal waters with his feet.

Lord, 'tis but just we follow thee,

HYMN VIII.

The great Redeemer we adore,
Who came the lost to seek and save;
Went humbly down from Jordan's shore,
To find a tomb beneath a wave.

" Thus it becomes us to fulfil
" All righteousness, he meekly said:
Why shou'd we then to do his will,
Or be asham'd, or be afraid?

With thee into thy watry tomb,
Lord, 'tis our glory to descend;
'Tis wondrous grace that gives us room
To lie inter'd by such a friend!

But a much more tempestuous flood
O'erwhelm'd thy body and thy soul:

HYMN VII.

When from Egyptian slavery
The Hebrews were redeem'd
The parted seas and covering cloud
A grave to Israel seem'd:

But soon the joyful tribes emerge,
And stand upon the shore,
With grateful hearts and tuneful tongues
Their saviour's name adore.

He made th' obsequious waves retire,
His favourite tribes to save;
Made them a way to liberty,

HYMN VI.

O Bless'd Redeemer! in thy side
Upon the cross was made a wound,
The bath where we are purg'd from sin,
And where our guilt's intirely drown'd.

Water and blood hence freely ran,
And on the trembling earth were spilt;
Water to sanctify and cleanse,
Blood to atone for crimson guilt.

This wondrous grace to represent
Baptismal waters were design'd,
In which thou, Lord, wast bury'd too,
To thy great father's will resign'd.

Thus penitents who die to sin,

HYMN V.

Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd
In Jordan's swelling flood;
To shew he'd one day be baptiz'd
In tears, in sweat, and blood.

Thus was his sacred body laid
Beneath the yielding wave:
Thus was his sacred body rais'd
Out of the liquid grave.

When lo! from realms of light and bliss
The heavenly dove comes down,
Lights on his venerable head,

HYMN IV.

When th' antient world God's patience try'd,
And long his threatning vengeance dar'd,
The righteous Noah favour found,
His family alone was spar'd.

In secret chambers of the ark
They all secure from danger lie,
When th' ocean's banks were broke, and floods
Burst thro' the windows of the sky.

Proud waters o'er the mountains roll,
And common ruin widely spread;
Yet the bless'd patriarch's house survives,
When all mankind beside were dead.

At the Almighty's awful word

HYMN III.

C OME , lowly souls, that mourn,
Depress'd with guilt and shame:
Wash'd in your Saviour's sacred blood,
Now call upon his name.

Rejoice, ye contrite hearts,
That tremble at his word,
In the baptismal laver plung'd,
As was your humble Lord.

Bath'd in repenting tears,
The sins which you deplore,

HYMN II.

The sacred body of our Lord,
Which on the cross had bled,
Three days lay bury'd in the grave,
And then rose from the dead.

His presence the desponding hearts
Of his disciples chears:
His voice they hear, his scars survey,
Which banish doubts and fears.

Explaining oracles divine,
Their ears and souls he charms;
His order to convert the world,

HYMN I.

Our Lord, when cloth'd with mortal flesh,
Tho free from every sinful stain,
Wou'd be baptiz'd, that men to trace
His sacred steps might not disdain.

Nay more — he was all plung'd in tears,
And bath'd in bloody sufferings too:
What fountain was requir'd to wash
Our guilty souls, his wounds will shew!

Thy blood, dear Lord, can cleanse from sin:
This in our baptism we confess;
'Tis for its cleansing virtue we
Our prayers and vows to thee address.

Bury'd with great solemnity