May nothing, Lord, in life or death From Thee Thy servant sever :Thy soldier true to plighted faith, Henceforward, and for ever.

PRIVATE BAPTISM OF CHILDREN.

WE yield Thee hearty thanks, most merciful Father, that it hath pleased Thee to regenerate this Infant with Thy Holy spirit, to receive him for Thine own Child by adoption, and to incorporate him into Thy holy Church. And we humbly beseech Thee to grant, that as he is now made partaker of the death of Thy Son, so he may be also of His resurrection; and that finally, with the residue of Thy Saints, he may inherit Thine_everlasting kingdom; through the same Thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

"He took them up in His arms, put His hands upon
them, and blessed them."-St. Mark x. 16.

Come, infant, to His heart of love
Who seals thee with His grace;
And nestle, as a foster'd dove,
In His Divine embrace.

Baptized into the name of God
The Father, Son, and Spirit,
Thou by the water and the blood
His kingdom shalt inherit.

Thee with His holy cross we sign

In token thou art His,

And He Himself with all things thine,
Earth's service or heaven's bliss.

God bless thee and thou shalt be bless'd,
God keep thee and defend!

Who clasps His children on His breast
Will clasp them to the end.

BAPTISM OF SUCH AS ARE OF RIPER YEARS.

AND as for you, who have now by baptism put on Christ, it is your part and duty also, being made the children of God and of the light, by faith in Jesus Christ, to walk answerably to your Christian calling, and as becometh the children of light.

"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 league with God be solemnized,
Thy love avouch'd to-day.

Our heavenly country now,
Our Lord and Master, thine,
Receive imprinted on thy brow
His Passion's awful sign.

No more thine own but Christ's ;
With all the saints of old,
Apostles, seers, evangelists,
And martyr throngs enroll'd;

In God's whole armour strong, Front hell's embattled powers : The warfare may be sharp and long, The victory must be ours.

O bright the conqueror's crown, The song of triumph sweet, When faith casts every trophy down At our great Captain's feet.

CATECHISM.

I HEARTILY thank our heavenly Father, that He hath called me to this state of salvation, through Jesus Christ our Saviour. And I pray unto God to give me His grace, that I may continue in the same unto my life's end.

'Leaving us an example that ye should follow His steps."-1 Pet. ii. 21.

When the morning paints the skies,
And the birds their songs renew,
Let me from my slumbers rise,
Saying, "What would Jesus do?"

Countless mercies from above
Day by day my pathway strew;
Is it much to bless Thy love?
“Father, what would Jesus do ?"

When I ply my daily task,

And the round of toil pursue,
Let me often brightly ask,

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What, my soul, would Jesus do?"

Would the foe my heart beguile,

Whispering thoughts and words untrue;
Let me to his subtlest wile

Answer, "What would Jesus do?"

When the clouds of sorrow hide

Mirth and sunshine from my view,

Let me, clinging to Thy side,

Ponder, "What would Jesus do?"