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And whither shall a sinner flee To save himself from Hell? Dear Lord, this book of thine

Informs me where to go, For grace to pardon all my sin, And make me holy too. Here I can read, and learn

How Christ, the Son of God,
Has undertook our great concern;
Our ransom cost his blood.
And now he reigns above,

He sends his Spirit down
To show the wonders of his love,
And make his gospel known.

O may that Spirit teach,

And make my heart receive

Those truths which all thy servants preach, And all thy saints believe!

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.

THE ALL-SEEING GOD. ALMIGHTY God, thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night, And our most secret actions lie

All open to thy sight.

There's not a sin that we commit,

Nor wicked word we say,

But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ,

Against the judgment-day.

And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there?
Be all expos'd before the Sun,
While men and angels hear?
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.
Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt,

And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt.

O may I now for ever fear

T indulge a sinful thought,

Since the great God can see and hear, And writes down every fault!

SONG X.

SOLEMN THOUGHTS OF GOD AND DEATH.

THERE is a God that reigns above,
Lord of the heavens, and earth, and seas:
I fear his wrath, I ask his love,
And with my lips I sing his praise,
There is a law which he has writ,
To teach us all that we must do:
My soul, to his commands submit,
For they are holy, just, and true.

There is a gospel of rich grace,

Whence sinners all their comforts draw:
Lord, I repent, and seek thy face;
For I have often broke thy law.
There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon 'twill come:
A thousand children young as I,
Are call'd by Death to hear their doom.

Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled;
There's no repentance in the grave,
Nor pardons offer'd to the dead.

Just as a tree cut down, that fell
To north or southward, there
lies;
So man departs to Heaven or Hell,
Fix'd in the state wherein he dies.

SONG XI.

HEAVEN AND HELL.

THERE is beyond the sky

A Heaven of joy and love;

And holy children when they die
Go to that world above.

There is a dreadful Hell,

And everlasting pains;

There sinners must with devils dwell
In darkness, fire, and chains.
Can such a wretch as I

Escape this cursed end?
And may I hope whene'er I die
I shall to Heaven ascend?
Then will I read and pray,

While I have life and breath;
Lest I should be cut off to-day,
And sent t' eternal death.

SONG XH.

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.
When we devote our youth to God,

"T is pleasing in his eyes;

A flower when offered in the bud

Is no vain sacritice.

"T is easier work if we begin

To fear the Lord betimes;
While sinners that grow old in sin
Are harden'd in their crimes.

'T will save us from a thousand snares,
To mind religion young;
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtue strong.
To thee, Almighty God, to thee,
Our childhood we resign;

'Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.

Let the sweet work of prayer and praise
Employ my youngest breath;
Thus I'm prepar'd for longer days,
Or fit for early death.

SONG XIII.

THE DANGER OF DELAY.

WHY should I say, "Tis yet too soon
To seek for Heaven, or think of death?”
A flower may fade before 'tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath.
If this rebellious heart of mine
Despise the gracious calls of Heaven,
I may be harden'd in my sin,
And never have repentance given.

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?
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?
'Tis dangerous to provoke a God!
His power and vengeance none can tell;
One stroke of his Almighty rod
Shall send young sinners quick to Hell.

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.

But liars we can never trust,

Though they should speak the thing that 's true; And he that does one fault at first,

And lies to hide it, makes it two.

Have we not known, nor heard, nor read,

How God abhors deceit and wrong?

How Ananias was struck dead,

Catch'd with a lie upon his tongue?

So did his wife Saphira die,
When she 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
The words of truth; but every liar
Must have his portion in the lake
That burns with brimstone and with fire,
Then let me always watch my lips,
Lest I be struck to death and Hell,
Since God a book of reckoning keeps

For every lie that children tell.

SONG XIV.

EXAMPLES OF EARLY PIETY.
WHAT bless'd examples do I find
Writ in the word of truth,
Of children that began to mind
Religion in their youth!
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.

At twelve years old he talk'd with men,
(The Jews all wondering stand)
Yet he obey'd his mother then,
And came at her command.
Children a sweet hosanna sung,

And bless'd their Saviour's name;
They gave him honour with their tongue,
While scribes and priests blaspheme.
Samuel the child was wean'd, and brought
To wait upon the Lord;
Young Timothy betimes was taught

To know his holy word.
Then why should I so long delay
What others learn'd so soon?

I would not pass another day
Without this work begun.

SONG XV.
AGAINST LYING.

O'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.

SONG XVI.

AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING.

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.

But, children, you should never let
'Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made

To tear each other's eyes.

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;
And as his stature grew,
He grew in favour both with man,
And God his Father too.

Now Lord of All he reigns above,
And from his heavenly 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.
Birds in their little nests agree;

And 'tis a shameful sight,
When children of one family

Fall out, and chide, and fight.

Hard names at first, and threatening words, That are but noisy breath,

May grow to clubs and naked swords,

To murder and to death.

The Devil tempts one mother's son
To rage against another;
So wicked Cain was hurried on

Till he had kill'd his brother.

The wise will make their anger cool At least before 'tis night;

But in the bosom of a fool

It burns till morning light. Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage, Our little brawls remove; That, as we grow to riper age, Our hearts may all be love.

My heart shall be in pain to hear

Wretches affront the Lord above; 'Tis that great God whose power I fear; That heavenly Father whom I love.

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 XVIII.

AGAINST SCOFFING AND CALLING

NAMES.

OUR tongues were made to bless the Lord,
And not speak ill of men;
When others give a railing word,

We must not rail again.

Cross words and angry names require

To be chastis'd at school;

And he's in danger of hell fire,
That calls his brother fool,

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.

When children in their wanton play
Serv'd old Elisha so;

And bid the prophet go his way,

"Go up, thou bald-head, go,”

God quickly stopp'd their wicked breath, And sent two raging bears,

That tore them limb from limb to death, With blood and groans and tears. Great God, how terrible art thou

To sinners e'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 NAME IN VAIN.

ANGELS, that high in glory dwell,
Adore thy name, Almighty God!.
And devils tremble down in Hell,

Beneath the terrours of thy rod.

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!

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?,
Then never shall one cooling drop

To quench their burning tongues be given;
But I will praise thee here, and hope
Thus to employ my tongue in Heaven.

SONG XX.

AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF.

How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower!
How skilfully she builds her cell!

How neat she spreads the wax !
And labours hard to store it well

With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour, or of skill,
I would be busy too;

For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.

In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past,

That I may give for every 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?

I hate to hear a wanton song,
Their words offend mine ears;

I should not dare detile my tongue
With language such as theirs.
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.

From one rude boy that us'd to mock,
They learn the wicked jest:

One sickly sheep infects the flock,
And poisons all the rest.

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' shaine, provoke our pride? The art of dress did ne'er begin, Till Eve, our mother, learn'd to sin.

When first she put her covering on, Her robe of innocence was gone; And yet her children vainly boast In the sad marks of glory lost.

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.
The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I;
Let ne be dress'd fine as I will,

Flies, worms and flowers, exceed me still.
Then will I set my heart to find
Inward adornings of the mind;
Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace,
These are he robes of richest dress.
No more shall worms with me compare;
This is the rainent angels wear;
The Son of God, when here below,
Put on this blest apparel too.

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.
In this on Earth should I appear;
Then go to Heaven and wear it there;
God will approve it in his sight;
Tis his own work, and his delight.

How senseless is my heart, and wild! How vain are all my thoughts! Pity the weakness of a child,

And pardon all my faults!

Make me thy heavenly voice to hear,
And let me love to pray;

Since God will lend a gracious ear
To what a child can say.

SONG XXV.

A MORNING SONG. My God, who makes the Sun to know His proper hour to rise,

And to give light to all below,

Doth send him round the skies. When from the chambers of the East, His morning race begins,

He never tires, nor stops to rest;

But round the world he shines,
So, like the Sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day;
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.

Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my days
Has all been spent in vain.

SONG XXII

OBEDIENCE TO PARENTS.

LET children that would fear the Lord

Hear what their teachers say; With reverence meet their parents' word, And with delight obey.

Have you not heard what dreadful plagues
Are threaten'd by the Lord,

To him that breaks his father's law,
Or mocks his mother's word?

What heavy guilt upon him lies!

How cursed is his name!
The ravens shall pick out his eyes,
And eagles eat the same.

But those who worship God, and give
Their parents honour due,

Here on this Earth they long shall live,
And live hereafter too.

SONG XXVI,

AN EVENING SONG.

AND now another day is gone,

I'll sing my Maker's praise;
My comforts every hour make known
His providence and grace.

But how my childhood runs to waste!
My sins how great their sum !
Lord, give me pardon for the past,
And strength for days to come.

I lay my body down to sleep;
Let angels guard my head,

And through the hours of darkness keep
Their watch around my bed.

With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
Since thou wilt not remove;

And in the morning let me rise
Rejoicing in thy love.

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DUTY TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOUR LOVE God with all your soul and strength,

To-day with pleasure Christians meet,
To pray and hear the word:
And I would go with cheerful feet
To learn thy will, O Lord.

I'll leave my sport, to read and pray,
And so prepare for Heaven:
O may I love this blessed day
The best of all the seven!

SONG XXVIII.

FOR THE LORD'S-DAY EVENING.

LORD, how delightful 't is to see

A whole assembly worship thee!

At once they sing, at once they pray;
They hear of Heaven, and learn the way.
I have been there, and still would go:
'Tis like a little Heaven below:
Not all my pleasure and my play
Shall tempt me to forget this day.
O write upon my memory, Lord,
The texts 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,
I may lie down, and wake with God.

With all your heart and mind:

And love your neighbour as yourself,
Be faithful, just and kind.

Deal with another, as you 'd have
Another deal with you;

What you 're unwilling to receive,
Be sure you never do.

[Out of my Book of Hymns I have here added the Hosanna, and Glory to the Father, &c. to be sung at the end of any of these Songs, according to the direction of parents or governors.]

THE HOSANNA:

OR

SALVATION ASCRIBED TO CHRIST.

LONG METRE.

HOSANNA to king David's Son,

Who reigns on a superiour throne:
We bless the prince of heavenly birth,
Who brings salvation down on Earth.
Let every nation, every age,
In this delightful work engage;
Old men and babes in Sion sing
The growing glories of her king.

COMMON METRE.

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, OUT OF THE HOSANNA to the Prince of Grace;

OLD TESTAMENT.

PUT INTO SHORT RHIME FOR CHILDREN.

Exodus, Chap. xx.

1. THOU shalt have no more Gods but me.
2. Before no idol bow thy knee.

3. Take not the name of God in vain.
4. Nor dare the sabbath-day profane.
5. Give both thy parents honour due.
6. Take heed that thou no murder do.
7. Abstain from words and deeds unclean.

8. Nor steal, though thou art poor and mean. 9. Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it. 10. What is thy neighbour's dare not covet.

THE SUM OF THE COMMANDMENTS, OUT

OF THE NEW TESTAMENT.

Matthew xxii. 37.

WITH all thy soul love God above, And as thyself thy neighbour love.

OUR SAVIOUR'S GOLDEN RULE.
Matthew vii. 12.

Be you to others kind and true,
As you'd have others be to you;
And neither do nor say to men
Whate'er you would not take again.

Sion, behold thy King! Proclaim the Son of David's race, And teach the babes to sing. Hosanna to th' eternal Word,

Who from the Father came; Ascribe salvation to the Lord, With blessings on his name.

SHORT METRE.

HOSANNA to the Son

Of David and of God,

Who brought the news of pardon down, And bought it with his blood.

To Christ, th' anointed King,

Be endless blessings given; Let the whole Earth his glory sing, Who made our peace with Heaven.

GLORY TO THE FATHER AND THE SON, Sc.

LONG METRE.

To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One; Be honour, praise and glory given, By all on Earth, and all in Heaven,

COMMON METRE.

Now let the Father and the Son,

And Spirit, be ador'd,

Where there are works to make him knowny Or saints to love the Lord.

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