3 Gladly we bring them, Lord, Devoting them to thee: Imploring, that, as we are thine, Thine may our offspring be. 670. 7s. M. Bowring. Infant Baptism. 1 Drop the limpid waters now On the infant's sinless brow; Dedicate the unfolding gem Unto Him, who blessed the stem. 2 Let our aspirations be Innocent as infancy; Pure the prayers that force their way, As the child for whom we pray. 3 In the Christian garden we Plant another Christian tree; Be its blossoms and its fruit Worthy of the Christian root. 4 To that garden now we bring Waters from the living spring; Bless the tree, the waters bless, Holy One! with holiness. 5 When life's harvests all are past, Oh, transplant the tree at last, To the fields where flower and tree Blossom through eternity. 671. C. M. Doddridge. Hymn for Baptism. 1 Baptized into our Saviour's death, Our souls to sin must die; With Christ our Lord we live anew, With Christ ascend on high. 2 There, by his Father's side he sits, Enthroned divinely fair, Yet owns himself our Brother still, And our Forerunner there. 3 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise On wings of faith and love; Above our choicest treasure lies,-- And be our hearts above. 4 But earth and sin will draw us down, When we attempt to fly; Lord, send thy strong, attractive power To fix our souls on high. 672. S. M. L. H. Sigourney. Baptism. 1 Saviour, thy law we love, Thy pure example bless, And with a firm, unwavering zeal, Would in thy footsteps press. 2 Not to the fiery pains By which the martyrs bled; Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross, Our favored feet are led;-- 3 But, at this peaceful tide, Assembled in thy fear, The homage of obedient hearts We humbly offer here. 673. C. M. Jas. Newton. After Baptism. 1 Let plenteous grace descend on those, Who, hoping in thy word, This day have solemnly declared That Jesus is their Lord. 2 With cheerful feet may they advance, And run the Christian race, And, through the troubles of the way, Find all-sufficient grace. 3 Lord, plant us all into thy death, That we thy life may prove,-- Partakers of thy cross beneath, And of thy crown above. 674. L. M. Doddridge. The Same. 1 'Tis done; the great transaction's done; I am my Lord's, and he is mine: He drew me, and I followed on, Rejoiced to own the call divine. 2 Now rest, my long divided heart; Fixed on this blissful centre, rest: Here have I found a nobler part; Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.