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'Twill save us from a thousand-snares,

Samuel, the child, was wean'd and brought
To mind religion young;

To wait upon the Lord;
Grace will preserve our following years, Young Timothy betimes was taught
And make our virtue strong.

To know his holy word.
To thee, Almighty God, to thee

Then why should I fo long delay
Our childhood we refign;

What others learnt so soon? •Twill please us to look back and fee

I would not pass another day
That our whole lives were thine.

Without this work begun.
Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise

Employ my youngest breath; Thus I'm prepar’d for longer days,

$ 229. Az ainsi Lying. WATTS. Or fit for early death.

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a lovely thing for youth
To walk betimes in wisdom's ways

To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
$ 227. The Danger of Delay. WATTS. That we inay trust to all they say.

But liars we can never trust,
WHY fhould I say, “'Tis yet too soon

“ To seek for heav'n, or' think of death ?” Tho' they should speak the thing that's truc! A flow'r may fade before 'tis noon,

And he that does one fault at first,
And I this day may

breath.

And lies to hide it, makes it two. If this rebellious heart of mine

Have we not known, nor heard, nor read, Delpife the gracious calls of Heav'n,

How God abhors deceit and wrong?
I may be harden'd in my sin,

How Ananias was struck dead,
And never have repentance giv'n.

Caught with a lie upon his tongue?
What if the Lord grow wroth and swear,

So did his wife Sapphira die,
While I refuse to read and pray,

When she came in and grew so bold
That he'll refuse to lend an ear

As to confirm that wicked lie
To all my groans another day!

That just before her husband told.
What if his dreadful anger burn,

The Lord delights in them that speak
While I refuse his offer'd grace,

The words of truth; but ev'ry liar
And all his love to fury turn,

Must have his portion in the lake
And strike me dead upon the place!

That burns with brimstone and with fire. 'Tis dangerous to provoke a God!

Then let me always watch my lips,
His pow'r and vengeance none can tell ;

Left I be ftruck to death and hell,
One stroke of his almighty rod

Since God a book of reck’ning keeps
Shall send young finners quick to hell.

For ev'ry lie that children well.
Then 'twill for ever be in vain
To cry for pardon and for grace;

$ 230. Against Quarrelling and Fighting. To wish I had my time again,

WATTS. Or hope to see my Maker's face !

LET dogs delight to bark and bite,

For God hath made them so ;

Let bears and lions growl and fight, 228. Examples of Early Piety. WATTS.

For 'tis their nature too:
WHAT bless'd examples do I find

But, children, you should never let
Writ in the word of truth,

Such angry 'paflions rise;
Of children that began to mind

Your little hands were never made.
Religion in their youth !

To tcar each other's eyes.
Jesus, who reigns above the sky,

Let love thro' all your actions run,
And keeps the world in awe,

And all your words be mild;
Was once a child as young as I,

Live like the blessed Virgin's Son,
And kept his Father's law.

That sweet and lovely child. At twelve years old he talk'd with men His foul was gentle as a lamb; (The Jeivs all wond'ring ftand)

And, as his Nature grew,
Yet he obey'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 fung,

Now, Lord of all, he reigns ahove;
And bleft our Saviour's name!

And from his heav'nly throne
They gave him hɔnour with their tongue, He sees what children dwell in love,
While fcribes and priests blafpheme!

And marks them for his owA.

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§ 231. Love betsvecni Brothers and Sisters. And

yet

how wicked children dare
WATTS. Abuse thy dreadful glorious name!

And, when they're angry, how they fivear,
WHATEVER brawls disturb the strect,
There Bhould be peace at home;

And curse their fellows, and blaspheme !
Where lifters dwell, and brothers mect,

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

Who treated thee with such disdain, Birds in their little netts agree;

While thou shalt dooin them to the place And ’ris a shameful night,

Of everlasting fire and pain ! When children of one family

Then never shall one cooling drop Fall out, and chide, and tight!

To quench their burning tongues be giv'o ; Hard names at first, and threat’ning words,

But I will praise thee here, and hope That are but noisy breath,

Thus to employ my tongue in heav'n. May grow to clubs and naked swords,

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

Wretches atfront the Lord above, The devil tempts one mother's son

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

That Heav'nly Father, whom I love. So wicked Cain was hurry'd on

If my companions grow profane, Till he had kill'd his brother.

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

Young sinners take thy name in vain, At least before 'tis night;

And learn to curse, and learn to fivear. But in the bofom of a fool

It burns till morning-light. Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,

$ 234. Against Idleness and Mischief. Watts. Our little brawls reinove ;

HOW doth the little bufy bce That as we grow to riper age,

Improve cach shining hour, Our hearts may all be love.

And gather honey all the day

From ev'ry op'ning how'r! $ 232. Againjł Scoffing and calling Names.

How skilfully the builds her cell!
WATTS.

How neat Nie spreads the wax!
OUR tongues were made to bless the Lord, And labours hard to store it we!!
And not speak ill of men ;

With the sweet food she makes, When others give a railing word,

In works of labour, or of skill, We must not rail again.

I would be busy too ; Gross words and angry names require

For Satan Gnds fomc mischief Nill
To be chastis'd at school;

For idle hands to do.
And he's in danger of hell-fire
That calls his brother fool.

In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first years be past, But lips that dare be so profane,

That I may give for ev'ry day To mock, and jeer, and scoif,

Some good account at last. Ac holv things, or holv men,

The Lord Thail cut then off. Wher children in their wanton play

§ 235. Against Evil Company. WATT. Serv'd old Elitha 10; And bid the prophet go his way,

WHY Thould I join with those in play • Go up, thou bald-head, go;"

In whom I've no delight;

Who curse and swear, but never pray
Gol quickly stopp'd their wicked breath,

Who call ill names and fight.
And fent two raging bears,
That tore them limb from timb to death, I hate to hear a wanton song,
With blood, and groans, and tears.

Their words offend mine cars;

I should not dare defile my tongue
Gicar God, irow terrible art thou
To lianesa c'er to young!

With language such as theirs.
Grao me thy grace, and teach me how

Away from fools I'll turn mine eyes; To tame and rule my tongue !

Nor with the scoffers go :

I would be walking with the wise, $ 233. Afaini Siverring, and Cxrfig, and taking

That wiser I may growi:
God's Name in vain.' WATTS.

Fron one rude boy that's us’d to mock,
ANGELS, that high in glory dwell,

They learn the wicked jest ::
Adore rhy name, Almighty God!

One fickly sheep infects the dock,
And devils trombie down in hell,

And poifous all the ralt. Beneath the terrori oi thy rui.

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My God, I hate to walk or dwell

§ 238. The Child's Complaint. Watts. With sinful children here : Then let me not be fent to hell,

WHY should I love my sport so well,
Where none but finners are.

So constant at my play,
And lose the thoughts of heav'n and hell,

And then forget to pray ! § 236. Against Pride in Clothes. Watts.

What do I read my Bible for,
WHY should our garments, made to hide

But, Lord, to learn thy will ?
Our parents shaine, provoke our pride ?

And shall I daily know thee more,
The art of dress did ne'er begin

And less obey thee ftill? Till Eve, our mother, learnt to fin.

How senseless is my heart, and wild ! When first she put the cov’ring on,

How vain are all my thoughts ! Her robe of innocence was gone ;

Pity the weakness of a child, And yet her children vainly boast

And pardon all my faults. In the fad marks of glory loft.

Make me thy heav'nly voice to hear, How proud we are! how fond to thew

And let me love to pray ; Our clothes, and call them rich and new!

Since God will lend a gracious ear
When the poor fheep and silkworm wore

To what a child can fay.
That very clothing long before.
The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gaver coats than I :

§ 239. A Morning and Evening Song. WATTS. Let me be drest fine as I will,

Morning Song
Flies, worms, and flow'rs, exceed me ftill.
Then will I set my heart tò find

MY: God, who makes the sun to know
Inward adornings of the mind;

His proper hour to rise, Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace:

And to give light to all below, These are the robes of richest dress.

Doth lend him round the skies ! No more shall worms with me compare ;

When from the chambers of the east This is the raiment angels wear ;

His morning race begins, The Son of God, when here below, .

He never tires, nor stops to rest, Put on this blest apparel too.

But round the world he shines ; It never fades, it ne'er grows old,

So, like the fun, would I fulfil Nor fears the pain, nor moth nor mould:

The bus'ness of the day : It takes no spot, but still refines ;

Begin my work betimes, and ftill The more 'tis worn, the more it shines.

March on my heav'nly way. In this on earth should I appear,

Give me, O. Lord, thy early grace, Then go to heav'n and wear it chere,

Nor let my soul complain God will approve it in his fight;

That the young morning of my days 'Tis his own work, and his delight.

Has all been

spent in vain !

Evening Song. § 237. Obedience to Parents. WATTS.

AND now another day is gone, LET children that would fear the Lord, I'll sing my Maker's praise ; Hear what their teachers fay;

My comforts ev'ry hour make knows With rev’rence meet their parents word,

His providence and grace.
And with delight obey.

But how my childhood runs to waste !
Have you not heard what dreadful plagues My sins, how great their sum !
Are threaten'd by the Lord,

Lord give me pardon for the past,
To him that breaks his father's law,

And strength for days to come. Or mocks his mother's word ?

I lay my body down to sleep; What heavy guilt upon him lies !

Let angels guard my head, How cursed is his name!

And, thro' the hours of darkness, keep The ravens shall pick out his eyes,

Their watch around my bed. And eagles eat the same.

With cheerful heart I close my eyes, But those who worship God, and give

Since thou wilt not remove; Their parents honour due,

And in the morning let ine rise, Here on this earth they long fhall live,

Rejoicing in thy love And live hercafter too,

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§ 240. For the Lord's Day Morning. $ 243. Our Saviour's Golden Rule. WATTS.

WATTS.

MATT, vii, 1:. THIS is the day when Christ arose Be you to others kind and true, So curly from the dead;

As vou'd have others bc to you; Why thould I keep iny eye-lids clos’d,

And neither do nor far to mcn
And waite my hours in bed?

Whate'er you would not take again.
This is the day when Jesus broke
The pow'r of death and hell;

§ 244. Duty to God and our Neighlour. W's7Ts. And thall I still wcar Satan's yoke, And love my sins so well)

LOVE God with all your soul and strength,

With all your heart and mind; To-day with pleasure Christians meet,

And love your neighbour as yourself;
To pray and hear the word:

Be faithful, juft, and kind.
And I would go with cheerful feet
To learn thy will, O Lord.

Deal with another as you'd have

Another deal with you; I'll leave my sport to read and pray,

What you're unwilling to receive,
And so prepare for heav'n ;

Be sure you ncver do.
O may I love this blessed day
The best of all the lovin!

§ 245. The Hosanna; or Salvation ascribed !

Chrift.-Long, Common, and Short Metre. $ 241. For the Lord's Day Evening. WATTS.

WATTS. LORD, how delightful 'tis to see

HOSANNA to king David's Son, A whole affembly worship thee!

Who reigns on a superior throne;
At once they sig, at once they pray;

We bless the Prince of heav'nly birth,
They hear of hcar'n, and learn the way. Who brings falvation down on carth.
I have been there, and still would go;

Let cv'ry nation, cv'ry age, 'Tis like a little heav'n below :

In this delightful work engage ; Ivo tall my pleasure and iny play

Old men and babes in Zion ling Sh al tempt me to forget this day.

The growing glories of her King! O write upon my mein'ry, Lord,

HOSANNA to the Prince of Grace : Tlic text and doctrincs of thy word;

Sion, behold thy King! That I may break thy laws no more,

Proclaim the Son of David's race, But love thce better than before.

And teach thc babes to sing. With thouyhts of Christ and things divine Hosanna to th'eternal word, Fill up this foolith heart of mind;

Who from the Father came; That, hoping pardon thro' his blood,

Ascribe salvation to the Lord, inay lie down, and wake with God.

With bleflings on his naine.

HOSANNA to the Son § 242. The Ten Commandments, out of the Old Of David and of God,

Testament; avith the sum of the Commandments Who brought the news of pardon down, 0:t of the Niwu Tiftument. Watts.

And bought it with his blood.

To Chrift, th'anointed King,
EXODUS XX.

Be endless blellings gir'n;

Let the whole earth his glory sing, THOU halt have no more gods but me. Who made our peace with Heayn.

Before no idol bow thy knee. Take not the name of God in vain, 4. Nor dare the Sabbath-day profane.

§ 246. Clory to the Father, and to the Son, Br 5. Give both thy parents honor de. 6. Talo heed that thou no inurder do.

Long, Common, and Shor! Metre. Watts. 7. Abitain from words and decds unclean,

To God the Father, God the Son, 8. Nor teal tho' thou art poor and mean ;

And God the Spirit, three in onc, 9. Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it.

Bc honour, pralic, and glory giv'n, 10. What is thy neighbour's dare not covce By all on earth, and all in heav'n. M1TT. xxii. 37.

NOW let the Father and the Son,

And Spirit be adorů, WITH all thy foul love Gad above;

Where there are works to make him knonte And as thviltihy neighbour loon,

Or laiats to love the Lord

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GIVE to the Father praise,

Yet the role has one powerful virtue to boasi, Giye glory to the Son ;

Above all the fow'rs of the field : (loft, And to the Spirit of his grace

When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are Be cqual honour done.

Suill how fweet a perfume will it yield! So frail is the youth and the beauty of men,

Tho' they bloom and look gay like the rose: § 247. The Sluggard. Watts. But all our fond care to preserve them is vain;

Time kills thein as fast as he goes. 'TIS the voice of a fluggard; I heard him complain,

(again." Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty, « You have wak'd me too foon, I must number Since both of them wither and fade : As the door on its hinges, lo he on his bed [head. But gain a good name by well doing any duty; Turns his fides and his shoulders, and his heavy

This will scent like a rose when I'm dead. « A little more sleep and a little more Number," Thus he waites half his days and his hours without number;

$ 250. The Thief. Watts. And when he gets up he sits folding his hands, WHY should I deprive iny neighbour Or walks abour faunt'ring, or trifling hc stands. Of his goods against his will?

Hands were made för honcst labour
I pass’d by his garden, and saw the wild brier,

Not to plunder or to steal.
The thorn and the thistle grow broaderand higher;
The clothes that, hang on him are turning to rags; 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving,
And his moncystill wastes,till he itarves or he begs.

By such tricks to hope for gain :

All ihat's ever got by thieving
I made him a visit, still hoping to find

Turns to forrow, Tháme, and pain.
He had took better care for inproving his mind;
He told me his dreams, talk'd of caring and Have not Eve and Adai taught us,
drinking;

thinking.

Their fad protit o compute?
But he scarce reads his Bible, and ncver loves | To what difinal state they brought us,

When they stole forbidden fruit !
Said I then to my heart, “ Here's a lesson for me,

Oft we see a young beginner
That man's but a picture of what I might be :
But thanks to my friends for their care in my, Till grown up a harden d finner;

Practise little pilföring ways,
breeding,

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Then the gallows ends his days. Who taught me betimes to love working and

Theft will not be always hidden,

Tho' we fancy none can ipy: § 248. Innocent Play. Watts.

When we take a thing forbidden,

God beholds it with his eye. A BROAD in the meadows, to fee the young Guard my heart, o God of hcar'n, lambs

Left I covet what's not mine :
Kun sporting about by the side of their dams,

Left I ftcal what is not giv'n,
With fleeces fo clean and fo whitc,
Or a nett of young doves in a large open cage,

Guard my heart and hands from fin.
When they play all in love without anger or rage,
How much we may learn from the light!

§ 251. The Ant, or Emmet. Watts. If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud; Or doys, we might play till it ended in blood;

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We tread them to dust, and a troop of them So foul and lo fierce are their natures : But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Yet, as wise as we are, if we went to their school,

Without our regard or concern : (dies, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as

There's many a lluggard and many a fool, Those lovely ficet innocent creatures. [lambs,

Sume lessons of wildom might learn. Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say, They don't wear their time out in Necping or play, Should hinder another in jesting or play; For he's still in carneft that's hurt: (mire!

Lut gather up corn in a fun-fhiny day; How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and They manage their work in such regular forms;

And for winter they lay up their stores : There's none but a madınan will Aing about fire, One would enink they forefaw all the frosts and And tell

you,
“ 'Tis all but in sport."

the storms,
And so brought their food within doors

But I have lefs sense than a poor creeping ant, $ 249. The Rose. Watts.

If I take not duc care for the things I Ihall want, HoW fair is the rofe ! what a beautiful Aow'r! Nor provide against dangers in tine. The glory of April and May !

When death or old age thall stare in my face, But the Icaves are beginning to fade in an hour. What a wretch fhall I be in the end of my days, And they wither and die in a day.

If I trifle array all thcir primo !

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