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When children of one family

Fall out, and chide, and fight!

Hard names at first, and threat'ning words, That are but noify breath,

May grow to clubs and naked fwords,

To murder and to death.

The devil tempts one mother's fon
To rage againt another;
So wicked Cain was hurried on
Till he had kill'd his brother.

The wife will make their anger cool,
At leaft before 'tis night;
But in the bofom 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.

$74. Against Scoffing and calling Names. WATTS.

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.

Crofs words and angry names require
To be chaftis'd at fchool;
And he's in danger of hell-fire
That calls his brother Fool.
But lips that dare be fo profane,
To mock and jeer and fcoff
At holy things or holy men,

The Lord fhall cut them off.
When children in their wanton play
Serv'd old Elisha fo;

And bid the prophet go his way,
"Go up, thou bald-head, go;'

God quickly ftopp'd their wicked breath,
And fent two raging bears,
That tore them limb from limb to death,
With blood, and groans, and tears.
Great God, how terrible art thou

To finners e'er so young!!

Grant me thy grace, and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue!

$75. Against Savearing and Curfing, and taking God's Name in vain. WATTS.

ANGELS, that high in glory dwell,

Adore thy name, Almighty God!
And devils tremble, down in hell,
Beneath the terrors of thy rod.
And yet how wicked children dare
Abufe thy dreadful glorious name!

And, when they're angry, how they swear,
And curfe their fellows, and blafpheme!

How will they stand before thy face,
Who treated thee with fuch disdain,
While thou fhalt doom them to the place
Of everlasting fire and pain!

Then never thall one cooling drop
To quench their burning tongues be given.
But I will praife thee here, and hope
Thus to employ my tongue in heaven.
My heart fhall be in pain to hear
Wretches affront the Lord above;
'Tis that great God whofe pow'r I fear,'
That heav'nly Father whom I love.
If my companions grow profane,
I'll leave their friendship when I hear
Young finners take thy name in vain,
And learn to curfe, and learn to fwear.

$76. Again Idleness and Mischief. WATTS. HOW doth the little bufy bee

Improve each fhining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From ev'ry op'ning flow'r!
How skilfully the builds her cell!

How neat the fpreads the wax !
And labours hard to ftore it well
With the fweet food the makes.
In works of labour, or of skill,
I would be bufy too;

For Satan finds fome 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 ev'ry day
Some good account at last.

$77. Again Evil Company. WATTS. WHY fhould I join with thofe in play In whom I've no delight; Who curfe and fwear, but never pray; Who call ill names, and fight?

I hate to hear a wanton fong,

Their words offend mine ears;

I fhould not dare defile my tongue
With language fuch as theirs.
Away from fools I'll turn mine eyes,
Nor with the fcoffers go:
I would be walking with the wife,
That wifer I may grow.

From one rude boy that's us'd to mock,
They learn the wicked jeft:
One fickly fheep infects the flock,
And poifons all the rest.

My God, I hate to walk or dwell
With finful children here:
Then let me not be fent to hell,
Where none but finners are.

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$78. Against Pride in Clothes. WATTS.

WHY fhould our garments, made to hide

Our parents fhame, provoke our pride?
The art of dress did ne'er begin
Till Eve, our mother, learnt to fin.

When first she put the cov'ring on,
Her robe of innocence was gone;
And yet her children vainly boast
In the fad marks of glory loft.

How proud we are! how fond to fhew
Our clothes, and call them rich and new!
When the poor fheep and filkworm wore
That very clothing long before.
The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I:
Let me be dreft fine as I will,

Flies, worms, and flow'rs, exceed me ftill.
Then will I fet my heart to find
Inward adornings of the mind;
Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace:
Thefe are the robes of richeft drefs.
No more fhall worms with me compare;
This is the raiment angels wear;
The Son of God, when here below,
Put on this bleft apparel too.

It never fades, it ne'er grows old;
Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould:
It takes no fpot, but ftill refines;
The more 'tis worn, the more it fines.

In this on earth fhould I appear,
Then go to heav'n and wear it there,
God will approve it in his fight;
'Tis his own work, and his delight.

$79. Obedience to Parents. WATTS. LET children that would fear the Lord

Hear what their teachers say;
With rev'rence 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 curied is his name!
The ravens hall pick out his eyes,
And eagles cat the fame.

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

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

§ 8o. The Child's Complaint. WATTS.

WHY fhould I love my sport fo well,
So confunt at my play,

And lofe the thoughts of heav'n and hell,
And then forget to pray?

What do I read my Bible for,

But, Lord, to learn thy will? And fhall I daily know thee more,

And lefs obey thee still?

How fenfelefs 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 heav'nly voice to hear,
And let me love to pray;

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

§ 81. A Morning and Evening Song. WATTS. Morning Song.

MY God, who makes the fun to know
His proper hour to rife,
And to give light to all below,

Doth fend him round the skies!
When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,

He never tires, nor ftops to reft,

But round the world he fhines;
So, like the fun, would I fulfil

The bus'nefs of the day:
Begin my work betimes, and ftil!
March on my heav'nly way.
Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,

Nor let my foul complain
That the young morning of my days
Has all been fpent in vain!

Evening Song.

AND now another day is gone,

I'll fing my Maker's praife :
My comforts ev'ry hour make known
His providence and grace.

But how my childhood runs to waste!
My fins, how great their fum!
Lord, give me pardon for the paft,
And ftrength for days to come.

I lay my body down to fleep;
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 rife,
Rejoicing in thy love.

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To-day with pleafure Chriftians 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 fo prepare for heaven;

O may I love this bleffed day

The beft of all the feven!

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

What

you're unwilling to receive, Be fure you never do.

§ 87. The Hofannab; or, Salvation afcribed to Chrift.-Long, Common, and Short Metre.

§ 83. For the Lord's Day Evening. WATTS. HOSANNA to king David's Son,

LORD, how delightful 'tis to see

A whole affembly worship thee!
A: once they fing, at once they pray;
They hear of heav'n, and learn the way.
I have been there, and still would go;
Tis like a little heav'n below:
Not all my pleasure and my play
Shall tempt me to forget this day.
Owrite upon my mem'ry, 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 Chrift and things divine
Fill up this foolish heart of mine;
That, hoping pardon thro' his blood,
I may lie down, and wake with God.

$84. The Ten Commandments, out of the Old Teflament; with the Sum of the Commandments out of the New Teftament. WATTS.

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EXODUS XX.

THOU fhalt have no more gods but me.
Before no idol bow thy knee.

3. Take not the name of God in vain,
4 Nor dare the Sabbath-day profane.
Give both thy parents honor due.
5. Take heed that thou no murder do.
Abtain from words and deeds unclean;
4. Nor fteal, tho' thou art poor and mean;
Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it.
1. What is thy neighbour's dare not covet.
MATT. Xxii. 37.

WITH all thy foul love God above;
And as thyfelf thy neighbour love.

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Who reigns on a fuperior throne;
We blefs the Prince of heav'nly birth,
Who brings falvation down on earth.
Let ev'ry nation, ev'ry age,
In this delightful work engage;
Old men and babes in Zion fing
The growing glories of her King!
HOSANNA to the Prince of Grace-
Sion, behold thy King!

Proclaim the Son of David's race,
And teach the babes to fing.
Hofanna to th' eternal word,

Who from the Father came;
Afcribe falvation to the Lord,
With bleffings on his name.
HOSANNA to the Son

WATTS.

Of David and of God,
Who brought the news of pardon down,
And bought it with his blood.
To Chrift, th' anointed King,

Be endless bleflings given;
Let the whole earth his glory fing,
Who made our peace with heaven.

§ 88. Glory to the Father, and to the Son, &c. Long, Common, and Short Metre. WATTS.

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God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, three in one,
Be honor, praife, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
NOW let the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit be ador'd,

Where there are works to make him known,

Or faints to love the Lord.

GIVE to the Father praise,
Give glory to the Son;

WATTS. And to the Spirit of his grace
Be equal honor done.

86. Duty to God and our Neighbour. WATTS.

LOVE God with all your foul and strength,
With all your heart and mind;
And love your neighbour as yourself;
Be faithful, juft, and kind.

$89. The Sluggard. WATTS.

'TIS the voice of a fluggard I heard him
complain,
[again.
"You have wak'd me too foon, I muft flumber
As the door on its hinges, fo he on his bed, [head.
Turns his fides and his fhoulders, and his heavy
"A little more fleep and a little more flumber;"
Thus he waftes half his days, and his hours
without number;

And

And when he gets up, he fits folding his hands;
Or walks about faunt'ring, or trifling he stands.
I pafs'd by his garden, and faw the wild brier,
The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher;
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags;
And his moneystill wastes, till he starves or he begs.
I made him a vifit, ftill hoping to find

'Tis a foolish felf deceiving,

By fuch tricks to hope for gain:
All that's ever got by thieving
Turns to forrow, shame, and pain.
Have not Eve and Adam taught us
Their fad profit to compute?
To what difmal ftate they brought us,
When they ftole forbidden fruit!
Oft we fee a young beginner
Practife little pilf'ring ways,
Till grown up a harden'd finner:
Then the gallows ends his days.
Theft will not be always hidden,
Though we fancy none can fpy:
[reading!"When we take a thing forbidden,
God beholds it with his eye.

He had took better care for improving his mind;
He told me hisdreams, talk'd of eatinganddrinking,
But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves
thinking.

Said I then to my heart, "Here's a leffon for me;
That man's but a picture of what I might be:
But thanks to my friends for their care in my
breeding,

Who taught me betimes to love working and

$90. Innocent Play. WATTS.

Guard my heart, O God of heaven,
Left I covet what's not mine:

ABROAD in themeadows, tofee the younglambs Left I steal what is not given,

Run fporting about by the fide of their dams,

With fleeces fo clean and fo white;
Or a neft of young doves in a large open cage,
When they play all in love, without anger or rage,
How much we may learn from the fight

If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud;
Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood;
So foul and fo fierce are their natures:
But Thomas and William, and fuch pretty names,
Should be cleanly and harmlefs as doves or as
Thofe lovely fweet innocent creatures. [lamb›,
Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we fay,
Should hinder another in jefting or play;

For he's ftill in earnest that's hurt:

[mire! How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and There's none but a madman will fling about fire, And tell you, "Tis all but in fport."

891. The Rofe. WATTS.

Guard my heart and hands from fin.

$93. The Ant, or Emmet. WATTS. THESE emmets, how little they are in our eyes? We tread them to duft, and a troop of them dies,

Without our regard or concern:

Yet as wife as we are, if we went to their school,
There's many a fluggard, and many a fool,

Some leffons of wifdom might learn.
They don't wear their time out in fleeping or play,
But gather up corn in a fun-fhiny day,

And for winter they lay up their stores:
They manage their work in fuch regular forms,
One would think they forefaw all the frofts and

the ftorms,

And fo brought their food within doors. But I have lefs fenfe than a poor creeping ant, If I take not due care for the things I fhall want, Nor provide against dangers in time. When death or old age fhall ftare in my face, But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, What a wretch fhall I be in the end of my days,

HOV

TOW fair is the rofe! what a beautiful flow'r!
The glory of April and May!

And they wither and die in a day.

Yet the rofe has one powerful virtue to boaft,
Above all the flow'rs of the field:
[loft,
When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are
Still how fweet a perfume it will yield!

So frail is the youth and the beauty of men,

Tho' they bloom and look gay like the rofe:
But all our fond care to preferve them is vain;
Time kills them as fait as he goes.

Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty,
Since both of them wither and fade;
But gain a good name by well doing my duty;

This will fcent like a rofe when I'm dead.

§ 92. The Thief. WATTS.

WHY thould I deprive my neighbour
Of his goods against his will?
Hands were made for honest labour,.
Not to plunder or to steal,

If I trifle away all their prime !

Now, now, while my ftrength and my youth are
in bloom,
[fhall come,
Let me think what will ferve me when ficknefs
And pray that my fins be forgiven:
Let me read in good books, and believe and obey,
That when death turns me out of this cottage of
may dwell in a palace in heaven.

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$94. Good Refolutions. WATTS.
THOUGH I am now in younger days,
Nor can tell what shall befal me,
I'll prepare for ev'ry place

Where my growing age fhall call ine.
Should I e'er be rich or great,

Others fhall partake my goodnefs;
I'll fupply the poor with meat,
Never fhewing form or rudeness.

[clay,

Where

Where I fee the blind or lame,

Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat them; 1 deferve to feel the fame,

If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them.

If I meet with railing tongues,
Why should I return them railing?
Since I beft revenge my wrongs

By my patience never failing.
When I hear them telling lyes,
Talking foolish, curfing, fwearing;
First I'll try to make them wife,
Or I'll foon go out of hearing.
What though I be low and mean,
I'll engage the rich to love me,
While I'm modeft, neat, and clean,
And fubmit when they reprove me.
If I fhould be poor and sick,

I fhall meet, I hope, with pity;
Since I love to help the weak,
Though they're neither fair nor witty.
I'll not willingly offend,

Nor be eafily offended!
What's amifs I'll strive to mend,

And endure what can't be mended.
May I be fo watchful ftill

O'er my humours and my paffion, As to speak and do no ill,

Though it should be all the fashion.

Wicked fashions lead to hell;

Ne'er may I be found complying; But in life behave so well,

Not to be afraid of dying.

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How lovely and joyful the course that he run, Though he rofe in a mift when his race he begun, And there follow'd fome droppings of rain! But now the fair traveller's come to the weft, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the fky gay as he finks to his rest,

And foretels a bright rifing again.

Juft fuch is the Christian: his course he begins,
Like the fun in a mift, when he mourns for his fins,
And melts into tears; then he breaks out and shines,
And travels his heavenly way:
But, when he comes nearer to finish his race,
Like a fine fetting fun, he looks richer in grace,
And gives a fure hope at the end of his days
Of rifing in brighter array !

§ 96. A Cradle Hymn. WATTS. HUSH! my dear, lie still and flumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heav'nly bleflings, without number, Gently falling on thy head.

Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, Houfe and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment,

All thy wants are well fupplied.
How much better thou'rt attended

Than the Son of God could be;
When from heaven he defcended,
And became a child like thee!
Soft and eafy is thy cradle,
Coarfe and hard thy Saviour lay;
When his birth-place was a ftable,
And his fofteft bed was hay.
Bleffed babe! what glorious features
Spotlefs fair, divinely bright!
Muft he dwell with brutal creatures?
How could angels bear the fight?
Was there nothing but a manger
Curfed finners could afford,
To receive the heav'nly ftranger?

Did they thus affront their Lord?
Soft, my child; I did not chide thee,

Though my fong might found too hard; mother

'Tis thy nurfe that fits befide thee,

And her arms fhall be thy guard. Yet to read the shameful story,

How the Jews abus'd their King, How they ferv'd the Lord of glory, Makes me angry while I fing.

See the kinder fhepherds round him,
Telling wonders from the sky!
Where they fought him, there they found him,
With his Virgin mother by.

See the lovely babe a-dreffing.
Lovely Infant, how he fmil'd!
When he wept, the Mother's bleffing
Sooth'd and hush'd the holy child
Lo, he flumbers in his manger,

Where the horned oxen fed:
Peace, my darling, here's no danger,
Here's no ox a-near thy bed.
'Twas to fave thee, child, from dying,
Save my dear from burning flame,
Bitter groans, and endiefs crying,

That thy bleft Redeemer came.
May't thou live to know and fear him,
Truft and love him all thy days;
Then dwell for ever near him,
go
See his face, and fing his praife!

I could give thee thousand kiffes,
Hoping what I must defire;
Not a mother's fondeft wifhes
Can to greater joys afpire!

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* Here you may use the words Brother, Sifter, Neighbour, Friend, &c.

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