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$ 70. Love between Brothers and Sifters. And yet how wicked children dare

Watts. Abuse thy dreadful glorious name! WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, And, when they're angry, how they swear, There should be peace at home;

And curse their fellows, and blafpheme ! Where öfters dwell and brothers meet,

How will they stand before thy face, Quarrels should never come.

Who treated thee with such disdain, Bir's in their little nests agree;

While thou shalt doom them to the place And 'tis a thameful fight,

Of everlatting fire and pain ! Wheo children of one family

Then never fhall one cooling drop
Pall out, and chide, and tight!

To quench thicir burning tongues be given;
Hard names at first, and thrcar’ning words, But I will praise thec here, and hope
That are but noisy breath,

Thus to employ my tongue in heaven. slay grow to clubs and naked swords,

My heart shall be in pain to hear To inuider and to death.

Wretches affront the Lord above; The devil tempts one mother's fon

'Tis that great God whole pow'r I fear, To rage against another;

That heav'nly Father whoin I love.
Bu wicked Cain was hurricd on
Till he had kill'd his brother.

If my companions grow profane,

I'll leave their friendship when I hear The wife will make their anger cool,

Young finners take thy name in vain, di cift before 'tis night;

And learn to curse, and learn to swear. But in the bofoon of a fool

It bams till morning-light. Purdun, O Lord, our childish rage, Our little brawls remove;

$ 73. Aguinjt lilleness and Mischief. WATTS. That, as we grow to riper age,

HOW doth the little busy bec Our hearts may all be lose.

Improve each shining hour,

And gather honey all the day $1. 4gainfi Scoffing and calling Nanics. From ev'ry op'ning flow'r!

W Ts. How skilfully the builds her cell ! OCR congues were made to bless the Lord, How neat the spreads the wax! And not speak ill of men;

And labours hard to store it well When others gire a railing word,

With the fiveet food she makes. We must not rail again.

In works of labour, or of skill, Cross words and argry names require

I would be buly too; To be chattis'd at ichool;

For Satan finds some mischief Atill And he's in danger of hell-firo

For idle hands to do. That calls his brother Fool.

in books, or work, or healthful play, But lips that dare be fo profane,

Let
my
first

years To mock and jeer and scoff

That I may give for ev'ry day
At hole things or holy men,

Some goud account at laft.
The Lord thall cut thieni off.
When children in their wanton play
Surr'd old Elisha 10;

§ 74. Against Evil Company. WATTS, And bid the prophct go his way, “Go up, thou baid-hvad, go!'

WHY fhould I join with those in play

In whom I've no delight; God quickly stopp'd! their wicked breath,

ilho curse and livear, but never pray ; and fent isso raying beari,

l'ho call ill names, and fight. Thai tore then lullo from link to death,

I hate to hear a wanton soug, With blood, aud groans, and tears.

Their words oficnd mine ears; Great God, hot terrible art thou

I thould not dare defile my tongue
To finners c'er is young!

With language such as theirs.
Grant ine thy grace, and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue !

Away from fools I'll turn mine eyes,

Nor with the scoffers go:
72. Against Screaring and Curfing, and taking I would be walking with the wise,

That wifer I may grow.
God's Name in vain. WATTS.
ANGELS, that high in g'ory divell, From one rude boy that's usd to mock,
Adore thy name, Almighty God!

They learn the wicked jest:
And devils tremble, down in hell,

One fickly theep infects the flock, Beneath the terrors of thy rod.

And poisons all the rest.

be past,

Му.

My God, I hate to walk or dwell

Wliat do I read my Bible for, With linful children here :

But, Lord, to learn thy will? Then let me not be sent to hell,

And thall I daily know thee more, Where none but sincrs are.

And less obey thee ftill?

How senseless is my heart, and wild !
$ 75. Agains Pride in Clobes. Watts. How vain are all my thoughts !
WHY should our garments, made to hide Pity the weakness of a child,
Our parents' shame, provoke our pride? And pardon all my

faults. The art of dress did ne'er begin

Make me thy heav'nly voice to hear, Till Eve, our mother, learnt to fin.

And let me love to pray; When first the put the cov'ring on,

Since God will lend a gracious ear Her robe of innocence was gone ;

To what a child can lay.
And yet her children vainly boast
In the fad marks of glory lost.
How proud we are ! how fond to thew § 78. A Morning and Evening Song. WATTS.
Our clothes, and call them rich and new!

Morning Song
When the poor shtep and silkworm wore
That very clothing long before.

M' God, who makes the fun to know
His
proper

hour to rise, The tulip and the butterfly

And to give light to all below, Appear in gayer coats than I :

Doth tend him round the skies. Let me be dreft fine as I will,

When from the chambers of the east Flics, worms, and flow'rs, exceed mae still.

His morning race begins, Then will I set my heart to find

He never tires, nar ftops to rest, Inward adornings of the mind;

But round the world he thines, Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace :

So, like the sun, would I fulfil
There are the robes of richett Jress.

The business of the day :
No more shall worms trith me compare; Begin my work, betimes, and still
This is the raiment angels wear ;

March on my heav'nly way.
The Son of God, when here below,

Give me, O Lord, thy carly grace, Put on this bleft apparel too.

Nor let my foul complain It never fades, it ne'er grows old;

That the young morning of
Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould:

Has all been spent in vain !
It takes no spot, buc fill retines ;
The more 'ris worn, the more it shines.

Evening Song:
In this on earth should I appear,

AND now another day is gonc, Then go to heav'n and wear it there,

I'll fing my Maker's praite: God will approve it in his fight;

My comforts ev'ry hour makc known
Tis his own work, and his delight.

His providence and grace.
$ 76. Obedience to Parents. Watts. But how my childhood runs to waste L
LET children that would fear the Lord My sins, how great their sum!
Hear what their teachers say ;

Lord, give me pardon for the past,
With rev'rence meet their parents' word, And strength for days to come.
And with delighe obey.

I lay my body down to sleep; Have you not heard what dreadful plagues

Let angels guard my head, Are threaten'd by the Lord,

And through ihe hours of darkness keep To him that breaks his father's law,

Their watch around my bed. Or mocks his mother's word?

With cheerful heart I close my eyes, What heavy guilt upon him lics !

Since thou wilt not remove; How curled is his name!

And in the morning let me rile, The ravens shall pick out his cycs,

Rejoicing in thy love.
And cagles eat the fame.
But those who wor hip God, and give § 79. For the Lord's Day Morning. WATTS.

Their parents honour due,
Here on this carth chey long shall live, THIS is the clay when Christ arose

So early from the dead;
And live hereafter too.

Why should I keep my eye-lids closd, 77. Ibe Child s Complaint. WATTS.

And wasic my hours in beu? WHY should I love my sport fo well, This is the day when Jesus brokc So constant at my play,

The pow'r of death and hell; And lose the thoughts of heav'n and hell, And shall I fill wear Satan's yoke, And then forget to pray?

And love my sins to well!

To.

my days

To-day with pleasure Christians meet If we had been ducks, we might dabble in' mud, To pray, and hear the word:

Or dogs, we miglit play till it ended in blood; And I would go with cheerful feet

So foul and fo fierce are their natures : To learn thy will, O Lord.

But Thomas and Williain, and such pretty names, I 'll leave my sport, to read and pray,

Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as

Those lovely tweet innocent creatures. (lambs And fo prepare for heaven; O may I love this blessed day

Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say, The best of all the seven !

Should hinder another in jefting or play;

For he's still in carnest that's hurt : [mire ! $ 80. For ibe Lord's Day Evening. Watts. How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and

There's none but a madman will Aling about fire, LORD, how delightful 'tis to see

And tell A whole affeinbly worthip thee !

you

o 'Tis all but in sport." At once they fing, at once they pray; They hear of heav'n, and learn the way.

§ 83. The Rose. Watts. I have been there, and still would go;

How fair is the rofe ! what a beautiful Aow'r!

The glory of April and May! 'Tis like a little heav'n below:

But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, Nor all my pleasure and my play

And they wither and die in a day. Shall tempt me to forget this day.

Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boaft, O write upon my mem'ry, Lord,

Above all the flow'rs of the field : The texts and doctrines of thy word ;

[loft,

When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are That I may break thy laws no more,

Still how sweet a perfume it will yield ! But love thee better than before.

So frail is the youth and the beauty of men, Wich thoughts of Christ, and things divine,

Tho’they bloom and look gay like the rose; up this foolish heart of mine;

But all our fond care to preserve them is vain ; Thar, hoping pardon chro' his blood,

Tiine kills them as fast as he goes. I may lie down, and wake with God.

Then I'll not be proud of iny you:h or my beauty,

Since both of them wither and fade; $ 81. The Sluggard. WATTS.

But gain a good name by well doing my duty : 'Tis the voice of a fluggard-I heard him This will scent like a role when I'm dead. complain,

[ again.
" You have wak'd me too soon, I must number $ 84. The Thief. Watts.
As the door on its hinges, fo he on his bed head: WHY fhould I deprive my neighbour
Turns his sides and his shoulders, and his heavy Of his goods against his willia
" A little more sleep and a little more Number," Hands were made for honest labour,
Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours Not to plunder or to steal.
without number;

'Tis a foolish felf-deceiving,
And when he gets up, he fits folding his hands, By such tricks to hope for gain :
Or walks about launt'ring, or trifling he Itands. All that 's ever got by thieving
1 país'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier, Turns to forrow, Thamc, and pain.
Thethorn and the thistle grow broader and higher; Have not Eve and Adam taught us
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; Their fad profit to compute!
And his money still wastes, till he starves or he beys. To what dismal state they brought us,
I made him a visit, still hoping to find

When they stole forbidden fruit !
He had took better care for improving his mind; Oft we fee a young beginner
He told me his dreams, talk'dofeatitiganddrinking, Practise little pilf’ring ways,
Bur he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves Till grown up a harden'd finner :
thinking.

Then the gallows ends his days.
Said I then to my heart, “ Here's a lesson for me; Theft will not be always hidden,
That man's but a picture of what I might be; Though we fancy none can ipy :
But thanks to my friends for their care in my When we take a thing forbidden,
brecding,

(reading!

God bcholds it with his eye. Who taught me betimes to love working and

Guard my heart, O God of heaven,

Left I covet what's not mine ;
$ 82. Innocent Play. Watts.

Left I fical what is not given,
ABRO A Dinthe incadows,to see the younglambs Guard my heart and hands from fin.

Run sporting about by the side of their dams,
With flecces to clean and fo white;

§ 55. The Ar!, or Emme!. Watts. Or a nest of young doves in a large open cage, When they play all in love, without anger or rage,

THESE emr.cts, how little they are in our eyes

We tread them to dust, and 'a troop of them How much we may learn from the light!

dies,

Without

Without our regard or concern :

May I be so watchful still
Yet as wise as we are, if we went to their school, O’er my humours and my passion,
There's many a sluggard, and many a fool, As to (peak and do no ill,
Some leffons of wisdom might learn.

Thougia it should be all the fashion !
They don't wear their time out in sleeping or play, Wicked fashions lead to hell;
But gather up corn in a fan-shiny day,

Ne’er may I be found complying;
And for winter they lay up their storcs : Bur in life behave to well,
They manage their work in such regular forms, Not to be afraid of dying.
One would think they forcfaw all the frosts and

the storms,
And fo brought their food within doors.

§ 87. A Summer Evening. WATTS. But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant, How fine has the day been, how bright was If I take not due care for the things I lhali want,

the sun, Nor provide against dangers in time.

How lovely and joyful the course that he run, When death or old age shall stare in my face, Though he role in a mist when his race he begun, What a wretch fhall I be in the end of my days, And there follow'd fome droppings of rain! If I trifle away all their prime !

But now the fair traveller's come to the west,

His Now, now, while my strength and my youth are

rays

all are gold, and his beauties are beti; in bloom,

[shall come,

He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest,

And foretels a bright rising again. Let me think what will serve me when sickness

And pray that my sins be forgiven : Just such is the Christian : his course he begins Let me read in good books, and believe and obcy, Like the fun in a miit, when he mourns for his fins, That, when death turns me out of this courage of Andmelts intotcars; then he breaks out and thincs, I may dwell in a palace in hcaren. (clay,

And travels his heavenly way :
But, when he comes nearer to finish his race,

Like a fine setting fun, he looks richer in grace, § 86. Good Rcfolutions. WATTS.

And gives a sure hope at the end of his days

Ot rising in brighter array! THC "HOUGH I am now in younger days,

Nor can tell what thall befal me, I'l for ev'ry place

§ 88.

A Gralle Hymn.. WATTS. prepare Where my growing age Mall call me.

HUSH! my dear, lie ftill and Number, Should I e'er be rich or great,

Holy angels guard thy bed! Others shall partake my goodness;

Heav'nly

' blettings, without number, I'll supply the poor with meat,

Gently falling on thy head. Never thewing scorn or rudeness.

Sleep, my babe! thy food and raiment,
Where I see the blind or lame,

House and homc, thy friends provide ;
Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat them; All without thy care or payment,
I deserve to feel the saine,

All thy wants are well supplied.
If I mock, or hurt, or cheat thein.

How much better thou 'rt attended If I meet with railing tongues,

Than the Son of God could be ; Why should I return them railing?

When from heaven he descended, Since I best revenge my wrongs

And became a child like theu! By my patience never failing.

Soft and eas; is thy cradle, When I hear them telling lies,

Course and haid thy Saviour lar; Talking foolith, curling, lwearing;

When his birtti-place was a stable, First I'll try to make them wile,

And his foftet bed was hay. Or I'll foon go out of hearing.

Bleted babe! what glorious features What though I be low and incan,

Spotless fuir, divinely bright! I'll engage the rich to love me,

Must he dwell with brutal creatures ? While I'm modest, neat, and cican,

How could angels bear the right? And submit when they reprove me.

Was there nothing but a manger If I should be poor and fick,

Curfed finners could afford, I fall meet, I hope, with pity;

To receive the heav'nly stranger? Since I love to help the weak,

Did they thus affront their Lord? Though they're neither fair nor witry.

Soft, my child! I did not chide thee, I'll not willingly offend,

Though my song might found too hard : Nor be easily offended;

mother

'Tis thy What's amil I'll strive to mend, And endure what can': be mended.

And her arms thail be thy guard. * Here you may use the words Brother, Sister, Neigblour, Friend, &c.

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Yet to read the shameful story,

Ye angels, that with loud acclaim How the Jews abus'd their King,

Adiniring view'd the new-born frame, How they terv'd the Lord of glory,

And hail'd the Eternal King, Makes me angry while I ling.

Again proclaim your Maker's praile; See the kinder shepherds round him,

Again your thankful voices raile, Telling wonders from the sky !

And touch the tuneful Aring. Where they tou sht him, there they found him, Praise him, ye bleft æthereal plains, With his Virgin mother by.

Where, in full majesty, he deigns See the lovely babe a-dreifing,

To fix his awful throne : Lovely Infant, how he smid!

Ye waters that above him roll, When he wept, the Mother's blessing

From orb to orb, from pole to pole, Sachd and huih'd the holy child.

O make his praises known! Lo, he furnbers in his manger,

Ye thrones, dominions, virtues, pow'rs, Where the horned oxen fed :

Join ye your joyful fongs with ours; Peace, my darling, here's no danger,

With us your voices raiie; Here's no ox a-near thy bed.

From age to age extend the lay, 'Twas to fare thee, child, from dying,

To heaven's Eternal Monarch pay

Hymns of eternal praise.
Save my dear from burning flame,
Bitter groans, and endless crying,

Celestial orb! whose powerful ray
That thy blest Redecmer came.

Opes the glad eyelids of the day, Mav'it thou live to know and fear him,

Whote influence all things own ; Trust and love him all thy days;

Praise him, whole courts effulgent thine Then go dwell for ever near him,

With light as far excelling thine, See his face, and sing his praise !

As thine the paler moon. I could give thee thousand kiilus,

Ye glitt'ring planets of the sky,

Whofe lamps the absent fun fupply, Hoping what I muit desire;

With him the song pursue ; Not a mother's fondeft withes

And let himfelf submisive own, Can to greater joys aspire!

He borrows from a brighter Sun

The light he lends to you. $ 89. The Nunc Dimitiis. MERRICK.

Ye show'rs and dews, whose moisture shed 'T'S enough-the hour is come: Now within the filent tomb

Calls into life the op'ning feed, Let this inortal frame decay,

To him your praises yield, Mingled with its kindred clay;

IVhose influence wakes the genial birth, Snce thy mercies, oft of old

Drops fatness on the pregnant earth, By choy chofon seers foretold,

And crowns the laughing fitld. Faithtul now and stedfast prove,

Ye winds, that oft tempestuous sweep Golof truth, and God of love!

The ruffied surface of the deep, Since at length my aged eye

With us confess your God; Sees the day-spring from on high!

See thro' the heav'ns the King of kings, Son of righteousness, to thee,

Upborne on your expanded wings,
Lo! the nations bow the knee;

Come flying all abroad.
And the realms of distant kings
Oso the heiling of thy wings.

Yc floods of fire, where'er ye flow,
Those whom death had overspread

With just fubmillion humbly bow With his dark and dreary shade,

To his superior pow'r, Lift their eyes, and from afar

Who stops the tempest on its way, Hail the light of Jacob's Star;

Or bids the faming deluge stray, Waiting till the promis'd ray

And gives it strength to roar. Toin their darkness into day.

Ye summer's heat, and winter's cold, See the beams, intensely thed,

By turus in long succession rolla, Shine o'er Sion's favour'd head!

The drooping world to cheer, Never may they hence remove,

Praise him who gave the sun and moon God of truth, and God of love!

To lead the various seasons on,

And guide the circling year. 93. The Benedicite parapbrased. Merrick.

Ye frosts, that bind the warry plain,
YE works of God, on bim alone,
In earth his footstool, heav'n his throne,

Ye filent show'rs of fleecy rain,
Be all your praise bestow'd ;

Pursue the heav'nly theme ; Whose hand the beauteous fabric made,

Praise him who sheds the driving snow, Wbore

Forbids the harden'd waves to flow,
eye the finish'd work survey'd,
And saw that all was good.

And Itops the rapid stream.
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