655    L.M.     W. Gadsby
Baptism. Phil. 3. 10; Acts 8. 38

1 Jesus, the Lord, enthroned on high,
  To thee we look, to thee we cry;
  We long to view thy lovely face,
  And sweetly sing thy matchless grace.

2 Thou hast redeemed our souls from death,
  And blessed us with a living faith;
  And thou wilt safely lead us home,
  Where sins and sorrows never come.

3 As children loved and taught of God,
  We now descend into the flood;
  Nor will we fear, nor blush with shame,
  To be baptizèd in thy name.

4 Dear condescending God, appear,
  And bless us with a holy fear;
  Give solid joy and sacred love,
  And every idle thought remove.

5 [Bless with true fellowship with thee,
  When weltering in Gethsemane;
  Thy resurrection’s power display,
  While we thy sacred rite obey.]

6 Then shall we feel a solemn frame,
  And magnify thy sovereign name;
  And with a holy, reverend awe,
  Yield sweet obedience to thy law.