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Io our own strength unhappily secure, How shall a child presume to sing
How great his pow'r is, none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace; Os reasure's How'ry brick we idly stray,
Not men below, nor tints that dwell
On high before his face.
Not angels, that stand round the Lord,
Can learch his secret will; To wanton dalizace negligently laid,
But they perform his heav'nly word, We wease the cracket, and we crown the bowl,
And fing his praises still. Ard miling te the nearer waters roll:
Then let me join this holy train, Tiu tbe trong guns of raging paflion rise,
And my first off rings bring ;. Tol the dire tempelt mingles earth and skies; Th' eternal God will not disdaią And, swift into the boundiets ocean borne,
To hear an infant fing.
My heart resolves, my tongue obeys;
Sound from a feeble yoice. $59. A Paraphraje on ibe latter Part of the Sixth
Praise for Creation and Providence, Ctapier of St. diarbew. Thomion. I sing th' almighty pow'r of God, Was my breat labours with oppressive care,
That made the mountains rise; Aid c'et my cheek defcends the falling tear;
That spread the flowing feas abroad, Wsile all ry waring paifions are at ftrife,
And built the lofty ikies! Ob let me likes to the words of life!
I fing the wisdom that ordain'd
The sun to rule the day;
And all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food;
And then pronounc'd them good. anderdet ihall clothe these thiv'ring limbs again. Lord, how thy wonders are display'd, Sus, does not life its nourishment exceed ?
Where'er I turn mine eye! B-voide and look auzy your low despair
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky;
There's not a plant or flow'r below
But makes thy glories known;
By order from thy throne.
Creatures (as num'rous as they be)
Are subject to thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.
With wrath in hell beneath !
'Tis on his earth I stand or move, Ouverte the various vegetable race; They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow, His hand is my perpetual guard,
And 'tis his air I breathe. they bluth! how bright they glow!
He keeps me with his eye: Wax kinglu hining, or what queen so fair ? regal celtments can with them compare? Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh? lickie's thus the fowls of heav'n he feeds, Praise to God for our Redemption. Si ole to selds fuch lucid robes he spreads, "Blest be the wisdom and the pow's, Will be nk care for you, ye faithless, lay? The justice and the grace, be unute? or are ye less than they? That join'd in counsel to restore
And save our ruin'd race ! $ 60. SONGS of Praise. Watts. Our father ate forbidden fruit,
á gezeral Song of Praise to God. And from his glory fell; How glorious is our heav'nly King, And we his children thus were brought Woreigns above the sky
To death, and near to hell.
And the fair body its investing weed?
Bleft be the Lord that sent his Son I would not change my native land
For rich Peru, with all her gold;
A nobler prize lies in my hand
Than East or Western Indies hold.
How do I pity those that dwell
Where ignorance or darkness reigns !
They know no heav'n, they fear no hell, And our full ransom paid.
Those enless joys, those endless pains.
Thy glorious promites, O Lord,
Kindle my hopes and my detire;
Warn me to 'scape eternal fire. There on a glorious throne he reigns, Thy praise fall ftill employ my breath, And by his pow'r divine
Since thou hast mark'd my way to heav'n; Redeems us from the Navish chains Nor will I run the road to death, Of Satan and of fin.
And waste the blessings thou halt giv’n. Thence shall the Lord to judgment come,
Praise for the Gospel. And with a lov’reign voice
LORD, I ascribe it to thy grace, Shall call and break up ev'ry tomb, And not to chance, as others do, While waking faints rejoice.
That I was born of Christian race, O may I then with joy appear
And not a Heathen or a Jew. Before the Judge's face!
What would the ancient Jewish kings And, with the bless'd assembly there, And Jewish p:ophets once have giv'n, Sing his redeeming grace!
Could they have heard those glorious things Praise for Mercies Spiritual and Temporal.
Which Christ reveal'dand brought from heav's WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,
How glad the Heathens would have been, How many poor I fee !
That worship'd idols, wood and ftone, What shall I render tu my God
If they the book of God had seen, For all his gifts to me!
Or Jesus and his Gospel known! Not more than others I deserve,
Then, if this Gospel I refuse, Yet God has given me more;
How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes ! For I have food while others starve,
For all the Gentiles and the Jews Or beg from door to door.
Against me will in judgment rise. How many children in the street
Praise to God for learning to Read. Half naked I behold!
The praises of my tongue While I am cloth'd from head to feet, I offer to the Lord, And cover'd from the cold !
That I was taught, and learnt so young, While some poor wretches scarce can tell To read his holy word.
Where they may lay their head, That I am brought to know I have a home wherein to dwell,
The danger I was in; And reft upon my bed.
By nature, and by practice too, While others early learn to swear,
A wretched liave to fin, And curse, and lie, and steal,
That I am led to see Lord, I am taught thy name to fear,
I can do nothing well; And do thy holy will.
And whither thail a finner flee Are there thy favours, day by day,
To save himself from hell? To me above the rest ?
Dear Lord, this book of thine Then let me love thee more than theys Informz me where to go And try to serve thee beft.
For grace to pardon all my fin, Praise for Birth and Education in a Chrißian Land. And make me holy too. GREAT Gop! to thee my voice I raise,
Here I can read and learn, To thee my youngest hours belong;
How Christ, the Son of God, I would begin my life with praise,
Did undertake our great concern ; Till growing years improve the song.
Our ransom cost his blood. 'Tis to thy sovoreign grace I owe
And now he reigns above, That I was born on British ground;
He tends his Spirit downl, Where Itreams of heav'nly mercy flow, To ihew the wonders of his love, And words of sweet salvation found.
And make his gospel known. 6
O nay that Spirit teach,
O may I now for ever fear
T'indulge a finful thought,
And writes down ev'ry fault. Then ihall I praise the Lord
, In a more cheerful itraip, That I was taught to read his word, $63. Solemn Thoughes concerning God and Dearb.
Watts, And have not learnt in vain.
There is a God that reigns above, § 61. The Excelices of the Bible demonflrated. Lord of the heav'ns, and earth, and seas :
I fear his wrath, I ask his love, GREAT God, with wonder and with praise
And with my lips I sing his praise. Os all thy works I look;
There is a law which he has writ, Bat till thy sidom, pow'r, and grace,
To teach us all what we must do: Shine brightest in thy book.
My soul, to his commands submit, The ears, that in their courses roll,
For they are holy, just, and true. Have much instruction given;
There is a gospel of rich grace, Burity good word informs my soul
Whence finners all their comforts draws How I may climb to heav'ni
Lord, I repent, and seek thy face, The fields provide me food, and shew
For I have often broke thy law. The goodnets of the Lord;
There is an hour when I must die; But truits of lite and glory grow
No do I know how soon 'twill come ; la t'iy mof holy word.
A thousand children, young as I, Here are thy choiceft treafures bid,
Are callid by death to hear their doom. Here my ki comfort lies :
Let me improve the hours I have, Here by detres are fatisfied,
Before the day of grace is fied ; And bence my hopes arise.
There's no repentance in the grave, Lord, make me under tand thy law,
Nor pardons offer'd to the dead.
Just as the tree, cut down, that fell
So man departs to heav'n or hell,
Fix'd in the state wherein he dies.
A heav'n of joy and love;
Go to that world above.
And everlasting pains;
In darkness, fire, and chains.
Can such a wretch as I And our moit secret actions lie
Escape this cursed end ?
And may I hope, whene'er I die, There i nct a fin that we commit,
I shall to heav'n ascend! But in te dreadful book 'tis writ,
Then will I read and pray,
While I have life and breath, Aguinx the judgment day
Left I Thould be cut off to-day,
And sent to eternal death.
$ 65. The Advantages of early Religion. Watts. Lord , at the foot asham'd I lie;
HAPPY the child whose tender years Upazard i dare not look:
Receive instructions well; Cartca ny ins before I die,
Who hates the finner's path, and fears Aad bke them from thy book.
The road that leads to hell. Remember all the dying pains
When we devote our youth to God,
'Tis pleasing in his eyes;
And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my fin.
To üve my soul from hell : Not all the bucks on earth beside
Such heav'nly wonders tell.
And take a fresh delight
$ 62. The All-feeing God. Alulary God, thy piercing eye,
All open to thy light:
No wake word we say,
Ben 1903'd before the Sun,
'Tis easier work, if we begin
Samuel the child was wean'd, and brought To fear the Lord betimes;
To wait upon the Lord;
Young Timothy betimes was taught
To know his holy word.
What others learn so soon? Grace will preserve our following years, I would not pass another day And make our virtue strong.
Without this work begun. To thee, Almighty God, to thee,
Our childhood we refign; 'Twill please us to look back and see
§ 68. Against Lying. Watts. That our whole lives were thine.
O'tis a lovely thing for youth
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say.
But liars we can never fruft,
Tho' they should speak the thing that 's tr $ 66. The Danger of Delay. Watts.
And he that does one fault at first,
Have we not known, nor heard, nor read, may fade before 'tis noon, And I this day may lose my breath.
How God abhors deceit and wrong?
How Ananias was struck dead,
Caught with a lie upon his tongue,
So did his wife Sapphira die,
When the came in, and grew so bold
As to confirm that wicked lie
That just before her husband told.
The Lord delights in them that speak To all my groans another day!
The words of truth; but ev'ry liar What if his dreadful anger burn,
Must have his portion in the lake While I refuse his offer'd grace,
That burns with brimstone and with fire. And all his love to fury turn,
Then let me always watch my lips, And strike me dead upon the place!
Left I be struck to death and hell, 'Tis dangerous to provoke a God!
Since God a book of reck’ning keeps
$69. Againn Quarrelling and Fighting. Wa To cry for pardon and for grace; To wish I had my time again,
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath inade them so; Or hope to see my Maker's face!
Let bears and lions growl and figlitz
For 'tis their nature too: $ 67. Examples of tarly Piety. Watts,
But children, you should never let What bless d examples do I find
Such angry passions rise ; Writ in the word of truth,
Your little hands were never inade Of children that began to mind
To tear each others eyes. Religion in their youth !
Let love through all your actions run,
And all your words be mild;
Live like the blessed Virgin's Son,
That sweet and lovely Child.
His soul was gentle as a lamb: (The Jews all wond'ring stand)
And, as his Nature grew, Yet he obcy'd his mother then,
He grew in favour both with man, And came at her command.
And God his Father too. Children a sweet hosanna sung,
Now, Lord of all, he reigns above i and blessid their Saviour's name!
And from his heav'nly throne
$70 Lsu between Brabers and Sifters. And yet how wicked children dare
Warts. Abule thy dreadful glorious game! WEATEVER brawls disturb the ftreet, And, when they ’re angry, how they swear, Tbert thould be peace at home;
And curse their fellows, and blaspheme ! Were fitters dwell and breebers meet,
How will they stand before thy face, Quarrels should never Colie.
Who treated thee with such disdain, Birds in their little neits agree;
While thou shalt doom them to the place And 'ois a shameful ighi
Of everlasting fire and pain! .
Then never shall one cooling drop
To quench their burning tongues be given ; Hard games at first , and threat'ning words,
But I will praise thee here, and hope
My heart shall be in pain to hear
Wretches affront the Lord above; To rage against another;
'Tis that great God whose pow'r I fear, So wicked Cain was hurried on
That heav'nly Father whom I love,
If my companions grow profane,
Young finners take thy name in vain,
And learn to curle, and learn to swear.
rage, Our little braws remove;
§ 73. Against Idleness and Mischief. Wattsa That, as we grow to riper age,
How doth the little busy bee Our bearts may all be love.
Improve each ihining hour,
And gather honey all the day $71. ágaint Seyhing and calling Names. From ev'ry op'ning flow'r:
Watis. How skilfully the builds her cell! Our tongues were made to bless the Lord, How neats the spreads the wax!
And laboars hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
I would be busy too;
For idle hands to do.
Let my first years be past,
That I may give for ev'ry day The Lord ihall cut them off.
Some good account at last. When children in their wanton play
$74. Again, Evil Company. Watts. "Go up, thou bald-head go!"
Why should I join with those in play Cod quickly hopp'd their wicked breath,
In whom I 've no delight;
Who curse and swear, but never pray, And jent two raging bears, t tore them limb from limb to death,
Who call ill names, and fight? Wian blood, and groans, and tears.
I hate to hear a wanton song, Cm God, how terrible art thou
Their words offend mine ears;
I should not dare defile my tongue Grat me the grace, and teach me how
With language such as theirs. To tax and rule my tongue!
Away from fools I'll turn mine eyes,
Nor with the scoffers go: 72. dijant swearing and Curfing, and taking
I would be walking with the wise,
That wiser I may grow.
From one rude boy that's us'd to mock,
They learn the wicked jest: vad devils tremble, down in hell,
One fickly theep infects the flock, karab the terrors of thy rod. And poisons all the rest.
And dot freak ill of men;
We sub Dot rail again.
To be cbaftisd at [chool;
Trat calls his brother Fool.
To mock and jeer and scoff At boy things or holy men,
Stry'd od Elisha so;
To szero t'er fo young!