II. The Sabbath Day—The Baptism
By Violet Miriam Beck
(See Last Issue for No. 1) The long, long ride
By the hay-fields stretching green and wide;
By the winding stream
Where the water’s gleam
Is broken by bending, swaying reeds.
Here, where the wide canal leads
Through the bushes,
In clear blue swirls and rushes,
On Sabbath last,
Seven souls through baptism passed.
We gathered upon the shore
To sing when they rose from the water once more: “I will follow Thee, Lord Jesus,
Whereso’er Thy lot may be,
And tho’ all men should forsake Thee,
Yet I still will follow Thee.” Buried in Christ! From sin’s dark night
To rise anew and walk in the light
Of Him who in the grave had lain,
The Lamb of God, for sinners slain.
Buried in Christ, but alive in Him!
And my lips breathed prayer and my eyes were dim For the sake of my cousin. Saviour mild,
Guard the soul of this new-born child.
Teach her to walk the ways she should;
Help her, dear Jesus, to be good.