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' s v 5 My heart resolves, my tongue obeys, And angels shall rejoice, To hear their mighty Maker's praise, Sound from a feeble voice. SONG II. Praise for Creation and Providence. 1 sing th' almighty pow'r of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd The sun to rule the day: The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey. 3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That fill'd the earth with food: He formM the creatures with his word, Aodthen pronounc'd them good. 4 Lord, how thy wonders are display'd Where'er I turn mine eye! If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky. 5 There's not a plant or flow'r below But makes thy glories known ; And clouds arise, and tempests blow By order from thy throne. 6 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. 7 In heav'n he shines with beams of love 5 With wrath in hell beneath ; 'Tis on his earth I stand or move, And 'tis his air I breathe. 8 His hand is my perpetual guard, He keeps me with his eye, Why should I then forget the Lord, Who is for ever nigh? , song nr. Praise to God for our Redemption. Blest be the wisdom and the Pow'r, The justice and the grace, That join'd in council to restore And save our ruin'd race. 10 2 Our father ate forbidden fruit, And from his glory fell; And we his children thus were brought To death, and near to hell. 3 Blest be the Lord that sent his Son To take our flesh and blood, He for our lives gave up his own, To make our peace with God. 4 He honoured all his Fathers laws Which we have disobey'd ; He bore our sins upon the cross, And our full ransom paid. 5 Behold him rising from the grave, Behold him rais'd on high ; He pleads his merits there to save Transgressors doom'd to die. 6 There on a glorious throne he reigns, And by his pow'r divine Redeems us from the slavish chains Of Satan and of sin. 7 Then shall the Lord to judgment come And with a sov'reign voice^ 11 Shall call, and break up ev'ry tomb. While waking saints rejoice. 8 O may I then with joy appear Before the judge's face, And with the blest assembly there Sing his redeeming grace! SONG IV. Praise for Mercies spiritual and temporal. Whene'er I take my walk abroad How many poor I see? What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? 2 Not more than others I deserve^ Yet God hath giv'n me more; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door. 3 How many children in the street Half naked I behold? While I am cloth'd from head to feet, And cover'd from the cold. 12 4 While some poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head, I have a home wherein to dwell, And rest upon my bed. 5 While others early learn to swear, And curse, and lie, and steal, Lord I am taught thy name to fear, And do thy holy will. 6 Are these thy favours day by day To me above the rest ; Then let me love thee more then they> And try to serve thee best. song v. Praisefor Birth and Education in a Christian Land. Great God, to thee my voice I raise, To thee my youngest years belong, I would begin my life with praise, Till growing years improve the song. 13 2 'Tis to thy sov'reign grace I owe, That I was born on British Ground, \Vhere streams of heav'nly mercy flow, And words of sweet salvation sound. 3 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. 4* How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance and darkness reigns, They know no heav'n they fear no hell, These endless joys, those endless pains. 5 Thy glorious promises, O Lord, Kindle my hopes and my desire ; While all the preachers of thy word Warn me to 'scape eternal fire. 6 Thy praise shall still employ my breath Since thou hast mark'd my way to, heav'n ; 14 Nor will I ran the road to death, And waste the blessing thou hast giv'n. SONG VI. Praise for the Gospel, Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace, And not to chance, as others do, That I was born of Christian race, And not a Heathen or a Jew. 2 What would the ancient Jewish king's, And Jewish prophets once have giv'n, Could they have heard these glorious things, Which Christ reveaPd, and brought from heav'n ! 3 How glad the Heathens would have been, That worship idols, wood, and stone, 17 If they the book of God had seen, Or Jesus and his gospel known ? 4 Then if this gospel I refuse, How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes ? For all the Gentiles and the Jews Against me will in judgment rise. SONG VII. The Excellency of the Bible. Great God, with wonder and with praise On all thy works I look, But still thy wisdom, pow'r and grace, Shines brighter in thy book. 2 The stars that in their courses roll, Have much instruction giv'n ; But thy good word informs my soul How I may climb to heav'n. 3 The fields provide me food, and show The goodness of the Lord ; 18 But fruits of life and glory grow In thy most holy word. 4 Here are my choicest treasures hid^ Here my best comfort lies ; Here my desires are satisfy'd, And hence my hopes arise. 5 Lord, make me understand thy law. Show what my faults have been ; And from thy gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin. 6 Here I would learn how Christ has dy'd, To save my soul from hell, Not all the books on earth beside, Such heav'nly wonders tell. 7 Then let me love my Bible more, And take a fresh delight By day to read these wonders o'er, And meditate by night. 19 SONG VIII. Praise to God for learning to read. The praises of ray tongue I offer'd to the Lord, That I was taught and learnt so young To read his holy word: 2 That I am brought to know The danger I was in, By nature and by practice too 3 A wedded slave to sin: 3 That I am led to see I can do nothing well ; And whither shall a sinner flee To save himself from hell? 4 Dear Lord, this book of thine, Informs me where to go For grace to pardon all my sin, And make me holy too. 5 Here I can read and learn How Christ the Son of God 20 Did undertake our great concern, Our ransom cost his blood. 6 And now he reigns above, He sends his Spirit down, To show the wonders of his love, And make his gospel known. 7 may that Spirit teach, And make my heart receive Those truths which all thy servants preach, And all thy saints believe. 8 Then shall I praise the Lord In a more cheerful strain, That I was taught to read his word, And have not learnt in vain. SONG IX. Tlie all-seems: God. & Almighty God, thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of sight, And our most secret actions lie All open to thy sight. 01 2 There's not a sin that we commit Nor wicked word we say, But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ Against the judgment day. 3 And must the crimes that I have done. Be read and published there, Be all expos'd before the sun, While men and angels hear? 4 Lord, at thy foot asham'd I lie, Upward I dare not look! Pardon my sins, before I die, And blot them from thy book. 5 Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt. 6 ! may I now for ever fear, T 5 indulge a sinful thought, Since the great God can see and hear. And writes down every fault, a2 22 SONG X. Solemn thoughts of God and Death. There is a God that reigns above, Lord of the heav'ns, and earth, and seas, 1 fear his wrath, J ask his love, And with my lips I sing his praise. 2 There is a law, which he hath writ To teach us all what we must do, My soul to his commands submit, For they are holy, just, and true. 3 There is a gospel of rich grace, Where sinners all their comforts draw; Lord, I repent, and seek thy face, For I have often broke thy law. 4 There is an hour when I must die, Nor do 1 know how soon 'twill come? A thousand children young as I Are call'd by death to hear their doom. w 25 5 Let me improve the hours I have, Before the day of grace is fled; There's no repentance in the grave, Nor pardon offer'd to the dead. 6 Just as a tree cut down, that fell To north, or southward, there it lies; So man departs from heav'n or hell, Fix'd in the state wherein he dies. SONG XI. Heaven and Hell, There is beyond the sky A heav'n of joy and love, And holy children when they die, Go to that world above. 2 There is a dreadful hell, And everlasting pains, There sinners must with devils dwell, In darkness, fire and chains. 3 Can such a wretch as I Escape this cursed end ? 26 And may I hope whene'er I die, I shall to heav'n ascend? 4 Then I will read and pray While I have life and breath: Lest I should be cut off to-day, And sent V eternal death. song xii. The Advantages of early Religion. Happy's the child whose youngest years Receive instruction well; Who hates the sinner's path, and fears The road that leads to hell. 2 When we devote our youth to God 'Tis pleasant in his eyes ; A flow'r, when offer'd in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. 8 'Tis easier work if we begin To fear the Lord betimes; 27 While sinners that grow old in sin Are harden'd to their crimes. 4 'Twill save us froni a thousand snares, To mind religion young, Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtue strong. 5 To thee, Almighty God, to thee Our childhood we resign; 'Twill please us to look back, and see That our whole lives were thine. 6 Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise, Employ my youngest breath; Thus I'm prepared for longer days, Or fit for early death. SONG XIII. Tlie Danger of Delay. Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon To seek for heav'n, or think of death? 28 A flow'r may fade before 'tis noon, And I this day may lose my breath. 2 If this rebellious heart of mine Despise the gracious calls of heav'n, I may be harden'd in my sin, And never have repentance giv'n. 3 What if the Lord grow wroth and swear, While I refuse to read and pray, That he'll refuse to lend an ear To all my groans another day? 4 What if his dreadful anger burn, While I refuse his offer'd grace, And all his love to fury turn, And strike me dead upon the place? 5 'Tis dang'rous to provoke a God, His pow'r and vengeance none can tell ; One stroke of his almighty rod Shall send young sinners quick to hell. 29 6 Then 'twill for ever be in vain To cry for pardon and for grace. To wish I had my time again, Or hope to see my Maker's face. SONG XIV. Examples of early Piety. What blest examples do I find Writ in the word of truth, Of children that begin to mind Religion in their youth. * 2 Jesus who reigns above the sky., And keeps the world in awe, Was once a child as young as I, And kept his Father's law. 3 At twelve years old he talk'd with men (The Jews all wond'ring stand) Yet he obey'd his mother then, And came at her command. 4 Children a sweet hosanna sung, And blest their Saviour's name! 30 They gave him honour with their tongue While scribes and priests blaspheme. 5 Samuel the child was wean'd, and brought To wait upon the Lord ; Young Timothy betime was taught To know his holy word. 6 Then why should I so long delay What others learn so soon? 1 would not pass another day, Without this work begun. SOXG xv. Jlgainst Lying, 'tis a lovely thing for youth To walk betimes in wisdom's way, To fear a lie, to speak the truth, That we may trust to all they say. 2 But liars we can never trust, Though they should speak the thing that's true, 31 And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it makes it two. 3 Have we not known, or heard, or read, How God abhors deceit and wrong? How Ananias was struck dead, Catch'd with a lie upon his tongue? 4 So did his wife Sapphira die, When she came and grew so bold As to confirm the wicked lie That just before her husband told. 5 The Lord delights in them that speak The words of truth, but evVy liar Must have his portion in the lake, That burns with brimstone and with fire. 6 Then let me always watch my lips, Lest I be struck to death and hell, Since God a book of reckoning keeps For ev'ry lie that children tell. 32 SONG XVI. Jlgainst Quarrelling and Figliting. Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so;, Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too. 2 But children, you should never let Such angry passions rise ; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. 3 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. 4 His soul was gentle as a lamb; And as his stature grew, He grew in favour both with man, And God his Father too. 5 Now Lord of all be reigns above, And from his heav'nly throne He sees what children dwell in love, And marks them for his own. SONG XVII. Love between Brothers and Sisters. Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home, Where sisters dwell, and brothers meet, Quarrels should never come. 2 Birds in their little nests agree, And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. S Hard names at first and threat'ning words, That are but noisy breath, May grow to clubs and naked swords, To murder and to death. 4 The devil tempts one mother's son To rage against another; 36 So wicked Cain was hurried on, Till he had kill'd his brother. 5 The wise will make their anger cool, At least before 'tis night; But in the bosom of a fool, It burns till morning light. 6 Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage, Our little brawls remove; That as we grow to riper age, Our hearts may all be love. SONG XVIII. Against Scoffing and calling Names. Our tongues were made to bless the Lord, And not speak ill of men: When others givp a railing word, We must not rail again. 2 Cross words and angry names require To be chastisM at school; 37 And he's in danger of hell-fire, That calls his brother fool. 3 But lips that dare be so profane. To mock, and jeer, and scoff At holy things, or holy men, The Lord shall cut them off. 4* When children in their wanton play, Serv'd old Elisha so, And bid the prophet go his way, " Go up, thou bald head, go." 5 God quickly stopt their wicked breath, And sent two raging bears ; That tore them limb from limb to death, With blood, and groans, and tears. 6 Great God, how terrible art thou. To sinners ne'er so young! Grant me thy grace, and teach me how To tame and rule my tongue. SONG XIX. Against Swearing and Cursing, and taking God's JVame in vain. Angels that high in glory dwell, Adore thy name, Almighty God! And devils tremble down in hell, Beneath the terrors of thy rod. 2 And yet how wicked children dare Abuse thy dreadful, glorious name! And when they're angry, how they swear, And curse their fellows, and blaspheme! 3 How will they stand before thy face, - Who treated thee with such disdain, While thou shalt doom them to the place Of everlasting fire and pain? 4 Then never shall one cooling drop To quench their burning tongues be giv'n; 39 But I will praise thee here, and hope Thus to employ my tongue in heav'n, 5 My heart shall be in pain to hear Wretches affront the Lord above, 5 Tis that great God whose pow'r I fear. That heav'nly Father whom I love. 6 If my companions grow profane, I'll leave their friendship when I hear Young sinners take thy name in vain, And learn to curse, and learn to swear SONG xx. Jlgainst Idleness and Mischief. How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day, From every op'ning flow'r! 2 How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax! 40 And labours hard to store it well, With the sweet food she makes. 3 In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too, For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. 4 In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be past, That I may give for evVy day Some good account at last. SONG XXI. Against evil Company, Why should I join with those in play In whom I've no delight, Who curse and swear, but never pray, Who call ill names and fight. 2 I hate to hear a wanton song, Their words offend my ears; I should not dare defile my tongue With language such as theirs. 43 3 Away from fools I'll turn mine eyes, Nor with :: the scoffers go ; I would be walking with the wise, That wiser I may grow. 4 From one rude boy that's usM to mock, Ten learn the wicked jest: One sickly sheep infects the flock, And poisons all the rest. 5 My God, I hate to walk or dwell, With sinful children here; Then let me not be sent to hell, Where none but sinners are. SONG XXII. Against Pride in Clothes. Why should our garments (made to hide Our parents shame) provoke our pride > The art of dress did ne'er begin, Till Eve our mother learnt to sin. 2 When first she put her cov'ring on Her robe of innocence was gone; 44 And yet her children vainly boast In the sad marks of glory lost. 3 How proud we are! how fond to shew Our clothes! and call them rich and new When the poor sheep and silk worm wore That very clothing long before. 4 The tulip and the butterfly, Appear in gayer coats than I ; Let me be drest fine as I will Flies, worms, and flow'rs exceed me still 5 Then will I set my heart to find Inward adornings of the mind; Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace These are the robes of richest dress. 6 No more shall worms with me compare, This is the raiment angels wear: The Son of God, when here below, Put on this blest apparel too. 45 7 It never fades, it ne'er grows old, Nor fears the rain, nor moth nor mould; It takes no spot, but still refines; The more 'tis worn, the more it shines. 8 In this on earth would I appear, Then go to heaven, and wear it there ; God will approve it in his sight, 'Tis his own work, and his delight. SONG XXIII. Obedience to Parents, Let chidren that would fear the Lord, Hear what their teachers say, With rev'rence meet their parents word And with delight obey. 2 Have we not heard r?itcii dreadful plagues Are threate n'd by the Lord, To him thai breal his fathers law, Or mocks his mother's word? 3 That heavy guilt upon him lies! How cursed is his name! 46 The ravens shall pick out his eyes, And eagles eat the same. 4 But those that worship God and give Their parents honour due, Here on this earth they long shall live, And live hereafter too. SONG XXIV. Tlie Child's Complaint. Why should I love my sport so well, So constant at my play, And lose the thoughts of heav'n and hell, And then forget to pray ? 2 What do I read my Bible for, But, Lord, to learn thy will? And shall I daily know thee more, And less obey thee still? 3 How senseless is my heart and wild! How vain are all my thoughts! Pity the weakness of a child And pardon all my faults. 47 4 Make me thy heav'nly voice to heai\> And let me love to pray, Since God will lend a gracious ear, To what a child can say. song xxv. For the Lord's Lay Morning. This is the day when Christ arose So early from the dead: Why should I keep my eye-lids clos'd And waste my hours in bed? % This is the day when Jesus broke The pow'rs of death and hell! And shall I still wear Satan's yoke, And love my sin so well? 3 To-day with pleasure Christians meet To pray, and hear the word, ^nd I will go, with cheerful feet, To learn thy will, Lord. 4 I'll leave my sport, and read, and pray. And so prepare for heav'n: 48 may I love this blessed day, The best of all the sev'n! SONG XXVI. A Morning Song. My God, who mak'st the sun to know His proper hour to rise, And to give light to all below, Dost send him round the skies. 2 When from the chambers of the east His morning race begins, He never tires nor stops to rest, But round the world he shines. 3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil The business of the day, Begin my work betimes, and still March on my heav'nly way. 4 Give me Lord, thine early grace, Nor let my soul complain That the young mornings of my days Has all been spent in vain. ^yy^^j - 51 SONG XXVII. For the Lord's day Evening* Lord, how'delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee! At once they sing, at once they pray, They hear of heav'n, and learn the way* 2 I have been there, and still would go 5 Tis like a little heav'n below, Not all my pleasures and my play, Shall tempt me to forget thi& day. . 3 write upon my memVy, Lord, The text and doctrines of thy word, That I may break thy laws no more, But love thee better than before. With thoughts of Christ, and things divine, Fill up this foolish heart of mine: That hoping pardon.through his blood, may lie down and walk with God. SONG XXVIII. Jin Evening Songl And now another day is gone, I'll sing my Maker's praise; My comforts ev'ry hour make known His providence and grace. 2 But how my childhood runs to waste My sins, how great their sum! Lord, give me pardon for the past a And strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep, Let angels guard my head ; And thro' the hour of darkness keep Their watch around my bed. 4 With cheerful heart I close mine eyes. Since thou wilt not remove; And in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in thy love. S. PROBASCO, PRINTER.