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Lru 1 .1 ED k A. WILLARD.
ADVER~T SEUEN T.
fLE "DP~iine Songs" of Dr. Watts, so beaujfil; and sod lunitersally admired,- almost disoitrage, by their excellence, a siinilar attempt.; lid lead, the way, where it appears temerity )follow. But as the narrow ijinits to which, e coiqftncd himself excluded a number of useil subjects, the following Hfyins, though 4ith mu lch diffidience, are presented to 'the Pubr. The most obvious and interesting topics ieve already engaged ; but if it appear, that li volume of' IfI'MNS FOR JXF4YXT
IF~lS fufil itshumbe pomis, id adapts [Witelical truths to tihe wants aldfeeling s of f idhood, in language which it mmde. stamlds, irther apology may not be Ae quircd. It has 'Ien Comiposedi with a view to diretaa ud dej-reca of intelligence, Piut uvn rvz[jj zcith
the arifie of poetry to implicity, where they stood opposed.
To -some of the pieces the title of Uymns mw itot appear correctly applied ; lnt for this i accuracy the nature of the suibjecLs wiU4 it ikoped, poio, ze.
4lYMNS FORl INFANT IIIND S,
J Child's Hymtn of Praise.
I tlifink the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have stil'd,
And made me, in these christiau days1
A happy English child.
I was not born, as thousands tire,
Where GOD was never known;
And taught to pray a useless prayer,
To blocks of wood and stone.
I was not born a little slave,
To labour im the u,
And ish I were but in the grave,
And all my labour done !
I was not born without a hornet,
Or in some broken shed;
A Gipsy baby ; taught to roam,
And steal my daily bread.
M1y GOD, I thank thee, who hast plann'd
A betterlot for me,
And plac'4n me in this happy land,
And' i here I hearof thee.
Coming to Jesus.
JESUs, that condescending King, Is pleased to hear wilien children sin, And, while our feeble voices rise, TVill not the humble prayer despise.
Then keep us, Lord, from ev'r smn, Vthich we can see and feel within; And what we neither feel nor see, Forgive,, for all ia know n to thee.,
W'e own there's nothin-good in us, To tempt thee to befriesd iis thus For sin and folly w"-ste ourdas Oumr prayers are weak, and poor ou praise
Yet, Lord, we humbly venture nigh, Because thou, carest down to die: Anid all the plea we dare to make Is, 11pardon, for thy merely's s~ike."
.3Jiout GJod, W~ho made the Sun and Mioom.
I sa theglorious sun ariso
kuu yoider Mquiutajx grey;
Andl ao he travelled through the skies, The darknt.4s fled away,
Aad all around me was so bright, SI N; h'd it would be always light.
tiut when his shimng course was done, IlTe gentle moopn drew nigh, And stars camepvwinkling,' one by one,
Upon the sbady sky.WbV o made the sun to shine so far, 'The moon, and ev'ry t*ink~iug star?
'TwasOD, my child, wvho made them all By his almighty Land :
lie holds tliemi, that they do not fall, And bids them move, or stand : 'That glorious GOD, who Jives afar, la heav'n, beyond the highest star.
i 4 ILD
now very great that GOD must he,
Who rolls theni through the uir! Too high, Mam M-a, to notice lue,
Or listen to my pray'tr I feur be willniot condescend To be a little'infats frieiid.
0 yes, my love; .for tho 1 he made,
Those wonders in the 8 Y a never need to he afraid
-He should neglect your tcry; For, butible as a child may be, A praying child he loves to see.
Behold the daisy where you tread,
That useless little thing ; Behold the insects oierhead,
That gambol in the sprin-~
O'ls goodness bid4i tie daiyrsl And W~vry insect's want suppli 5s
And will lie not descend t~omk
A feeble chiild is~ Care ?
Yes! JEsus died for children's sake,
And loves the yun gest prayr.-G OD made the stab, and daisies too, And watchts-over thein and. you.
For a Child who has beent very XNauht
Loan, I confess before thy face
How nauglty I have been
Look down. from heavin, thy dwelling-place,
And pardon this my sin.
Forgive my temper,' Lord,, I pray,
TI'h iiel words dard to -i
Arid wicked1 though1is besid,-.
I cannot lay me own to rest
In qnitt 0" -y bed,
U ntil with shame I lav'e eo,j4e&t
The uaughry things 1I suid.
The S,&vioui answered not *gir
Nor spoke niv angry word,
To all the -scoffs or wicke men,
Although he wars theirrd rd!
A~ qtl who am 1, a~ sinful child,
Suchangry words to say !Mihke me as muild as lie wLiS mill,
And tirke~umy pride away.,
For Jt~sus' sake forgive my crin-e,
A114 change this stubborn la
rnd grant me grace, another Liat,'~ -O act a~ better part,
; u ahewo;; RernR
GRE~AT GOD, and wilt thou condescend
The Lord oeatand air, andsk
Art thou myFather ?-Canst thou bear
Tohesir my poor, perfect prayer;
o-stoop to litenl to thie praise T~ht such a little one can rise ?
Atthou my Fatber?-Let"Tmebe A ieek, obedient child to thee ; Aii tr, in word, and deed, and thouiht; ITo serve ajid please thee as I ought. Art thou mv Father ?-111l doenid
1 10uu Uilu cure o su leu
And only Wii4h to do, and hf-, That which seems right, and best, to thee.
Art thou my Father ?-tien, at N-4i, A hen -all 'my days on earth are -pat, Send down, and take tue, in thiy lovqe TVo be thy better child, abovea"Early. wil I seeka ther.'
Now that myjouwney's justbegnn,,
My rad so little trod,
I'll come, before 1 further rui,
And give mi self to Gon.
Aid, lest I should be eve~r led
THhroJugh Rinfui patlis to strW, V Would at once begh'toij at
Nffbt orrows may m y steps atten i I never call fwe-tteII;
B 6t if the L~ord mill be my friend,
I know ihat all is well..
If all toy earthly friend,% .hould die,
And leave ine tu~urniiig here;
OPace GoD can liesi the orph~u's cr.
04u ihat have" I to fear!
If I am poor, He tan supply
Who has my tuble'spread;
A'ho feeds the ravetis* whean dcy cry,
A ud fill% his poor w ith bread.
If I am rich, He'll guard my heart,
Temptation to withotamnd;
And make mec willing to impart.
The boutities of his hand.
rli, Lrdwhatever grief or ill
Fr"e mnay e Lc
xriake me submis~sive to thy will,
And I would ask no Maore.
Attend me through 'dyyouthful way,
Whatever be my ot ;
And when I'm feeble, old, qd grey,
0 Lord forsake me not.
Then still, as seasons hasten by'
I will for heaven prepare;
What GOD may take me when Idie,
To dwell for ever there.
Encouragement for Little Children.
GOD is so good that he will hear
Whenever children humbly pray: e always lends a gracious ear To what the youngest child can say.
Ris own most holy Book declares
He loves good little children still, And that he listens to their prayers,
Just as a tender father will.
He loves to hear an infant tongue
Thank him for all his mercies giv'n; And when by babes his praise is sung,
Their cheerful songs are heard in heav'.n,
Come then, dear children, trust his word,
And seek him for your friend and guide Your little voices will be heard,
And you shall never be deny'd.
Tins is a precious book indeed! Uappy the child that loves to read!
,Tis Go's own word, which he has giv'an To shew our souls the way to heaven!
It tells us how the world was made; And how good men the Lord obey'd: There his commands are written, too, To teach us what we ought to do.
It bids us all from sin to fly, Because our souls can never die: It points to heaven, where angels dwell And warns us to escape from hell.
But, what is more than all beside, The Bible tells us JEsus died !This is its best, its chief intent, To lead poor sinners to repent.
Be thankful, children, that you may Read this good Bible"very day: i Tis Go's own word, which he has givn To shew your soul the way to heav'n.
Against Wandering Thoughts,
WHEN daily I kneel down to pray,
As I am taught to do,
GoD does not care for what I say,
Unless I feel it too,
Yet foolish thoughts my heart beguile
And when I pray, or smg,
I'm often thinking, all the while,
About some other thing.
Some idle play, or childish toy,
Can send my thoughts abroad;
Though this should be my greatest joy,
To love and seek the Lord.
Oh let me never, never, dare
To act the t-riler's part;
Or think that Go will hear'a prayr.
That comes not from my heart!
1ut if I make his way my choice,
As holy children do,
Then, while I seek tim with my voice,
My heart will love him too.
"A broke and contrite heart, 0 God, thou
wilt not despise.'
THOUGH GOD preserves me evry hour,
And feeds me day by day, I know it is ndt in my pow'r
His goodness to repay.
The poorest child, the greatest king,
Alike must humbly own,
No worthy present they can bring
To offer at his throne
For we, and all our treasures too,
Are his who reigns above :Then is there nothing I can do,
To prove my grateful lovo ?
A broken heart he'll not despise,
For 'tis his chiefdelight: This is a humble sacrifice,
Well-pleasing in his sight.
Though treasures brought before his throne
Would no aceptance find,
He kindly condescends to own
A meek and ITwly mind.
This is an offring we may bring
Howeveimean our store:
The poorest child, the greatest king,
Can give him nothing more.
The way to fnd out Pride.
I'RTIM, bgly Pride, sometimes is seen By haughty looks, and lofty mien But oft'ner it is found, that Pride Loves deep within the heart to hide And, while the looks are mild and fair, It sits and does its mischief there.
Now, if you really wish to find If Pride is lurking in your mind, Inquire if you can bear a slight,-' Or patiently give up your right.Can you submissively consent To take reproof and punishment, And feel no augry temper start, In any corner of your heart Can you with frankness own a crime, And promise for another time?Or say you've Won in a mistake;
:Nor try some poor excuse to make, But freely own that it was wrong To argue for your side so long ? Flat contradiction can you bear, 'When you are right, qud know youe Nor flatly contradict agam, But wait, or modestly explain, And tell youIr reasons one hy one, Nor think oftiutmph, when you've done ?Can you, in business orin play, Give up your wishes, or your wayOr do a thing against your will, For somebody thats younger still ?And never try to overbear, Or say a word thatis not fair ?Does laughing at you, in a joke, No anger, nor revenge, provoke But can you laugh yo urselr, ad b' As merry as the Copa~ny ?Or, when you fia thyou cold d
To them, as tlheq have done o YOU,7 Can you keep down the wicked~Iioug4t Ad do aty syu uh
Put all thee qu'tin o your heart* And.mkitata hoes part, And, when thiey' eo~hbe -firy tyd think you'llI own tht': ba rd Some one wvilli-t you asyu 0 And force your hev to tell y~ou s But if the 41'btil bie denied, Then-*youretoru oonyrpid
T~~a ocr ne
'Wow I suppose, that, haig rd And found thee ret ofyour pride, You wish to4J dietfrom your heart, And learn to act a humbler part.
ae1 re you sory *udAuere I-.
I'll try to help you then my dear.
And first, the best, the surest way, Is to kneel down at once, and pray: The lowly SAvIoUR wilLattend, And strengthen you,' and stand your friend. Tell him the misief that you find For ever workingin yonr mind ; And beg his pardon for the past, And strength to overcome at last.But, then, must not go your way. And think it-quite enough to pray: That is but doing half your task ; For you must watc, as well as ask. You pray for strength, and that is right; But, then, it must he strengtito fight;For where's the use of !eing strong, Unless you conquer what is wrong ?
Thenlook wit hin:-ask every thought, If it be humble as it ought. Put out-the smallest spark of pride.
The very moment 'tis described : And do not stay to think it o'er, For while you waitit blazes more. If it should take you by surprise, And beg you just to let it rise, And promise not to keep you long, Say, No; the smallest prideis wrong." And when there's something so amiss, That Pride says, I Take offence at this ;I Then, if you feel at all inclin'd To brood upon it in your mind, And think revengeful thoughts within, And wish it were not wrong to sin, O stop at once !-for if you dare To wish for gin,-that sin is there! 'Twillthen be best to go and pray That Gon would take your pride away: Or ifjust then you cannot go Pray in your thoughts, and GoD will know 'And beg his mercy to impart
That best of gift-a humble heart.
Remember, too, that youi must praiy, And watch, and labor, every day: N~or think it wearisome or hiard To befor ever onk your guard4: N; every moiringi must begin
And everyevening recollct How muelkyou've failed in this respet. Ask, whether such a guilty heart> Should acta poudor umbl~e, part; Or, as the S~io was so mild, lInquire if pride becomes a child ? And, when aill other umans are try'4 Be-huibli that you've so much pride!
A Morning Hymn.
My Father) I thauk the for sleapi,
for quiet and peaceabl~e rest; Thank thee for Atooping to ke An infant froibigd-te.t:
0Ohow can Apoor litle retr repay~ Thy fatherly kindtiessbnihadbya!
14y voice would be lisping'h,,'fI~
My heart would repay t1e'e with fivo teach me to walk in thy waysg
And~it me to sve thee above'
For Jesus said, "1Let little children comb eighi.;U And he-will not despise such an infant as, L
As Iong thou seest it right
That hereupon earth I should stay, I pray thee to guard mue by nightj
And help ine to servethiee *by day;
That when -all the days of my life shall have
maiy worship~ theebetter,~ in heaveo, at'la~t.
.I Evening Hymn.
LoRI, I have pass'd another day,
And come to thank thee for thy care : Forgive my faults in work and play,
And lien to 'ny evening pray'r.
Thy favour gives me daily bread,
And friends, who all my wants supply; And safely now I rest my head,
Preserved and guarded by thine eye.
Look down in pity, and forgive
Whatever i've said or done amiss; And help me, ev'ry day I live,
To serve thee better than in this.
Now, while I sleep, be pleas'd to take
A helpless child beneath thy care
And condescend, for JEsus' sake,
To listen to my evening pray'r.
For a Child thatfeels it has a wicked Tan.
What is there, Lord, a child can do,
Who feels with guilt opprest? There's evil, that I never knew
Before, within my breast. .
My thoughts are vain ; my heart is hard
My temper apt to rise :
And when I seemnt upon my guard,
It takes me by suprise.
Whenever to thy Commands I turn,
I find I've broken them;
And in thy holy Scriptures learn,
That Gon wJiJ sin condemn:
1And yet, if I begin to pray,
And lift my feeble cry,
Some thought of folly, or of play,
Prevents me when Itry.
On Many Sabbaths, though I've heard OfJesus and of heaven,
I've scareY'listen'd to thy word, Or pray 'd to be forgiv'un!
Dear SAvroun, with a pitying eye
Behold a heart so hard:
Thou wilt not slight a feeble cry, Or shew it no regard:
The work I cannot undertake, I leave to thee alone;
And pray tlee, for thy mercy's sake, To change this heart of stone.
igftingt Anger and b~apatie ace.
WHEN, for sonic little inutgivin,
My angry passionis rise,
1,11l thiink how* JWsuscamefrom~ h~avin,
And bore his injuries.
Ile was insulted every da~y,
Thou-h all Ids words were kind; 1311t nothing they could do or say
Disturb'd his heavenly Inind.
Not all the wicked scoffs he bieard,
Against the trutliq he taught, Excited one reviling word,
Or one reventgeful thott.liL.
And when upon thecr,.coss he bled
Withl4iiis foes in view;
~ PFatheil forgive 4r sin,," he saig
"They krnw o~t w~hat -they 419,P
Dear jEsus,, ay 1. 4oarwoflthe
Wly temper to amend ;But speak thtjdninwox1fO
Whenever I offend.4
STurnJminhe eyes fram heholding-lai .A~
LORD, hear a siiuful child co plala,
Whose little heart is very vaiinAnd folly.dwells within. :V hat is it-for t iin teye -cawl see-,
That is so very dea-.r to me
That steals my thoughts away froxrm -t~heOAnd leads me into sin.
Whatever gives me most daigUT~
-f tis displeasing in thy sight,
I would no more pursue :
MIy strengthis small; but great is thine
0 make thy will and pleasure mine, And help me freely to resign,
And learn to hate it too.
When I attempt to read o pray, Some folly leads my heart astray.
And sends my thoughts abroad :How happy are the saints in bliss, Who love no sinful world like this, But all their joy and glory is
To serve and praise the Lord !
These trifling pleasures here belowI wonder why I love them so;
They cannot make me blest : 0 that to love my God mighthbe The greatest happiness to me And may he give me grace to see
That this is not my rest .
For a very little Child.
0 THAT it were my chief delight
To do the things I ought !Then let me try with all my might
To mind what 1 am taught,
.Wherever I am told to go
I'll cheerfully obey;
Nor will I mind it much, although
I leave a pretty play.
When I am bid, I'll freely bring
Whatever I have got;
And never touch a pretty thing
If Mother tells me not.
When she permits me, I may ell
About my little toys
But if she's busy, or unwell,
I must not make a noise.
And when I learn my hymns to say,
And work, and read, and spell, I will not think about my play,
Buttry and doit well:
For Gon looks down from heav'n on high,'
Our actions to behold;
And he.is pleas'd when children try To de as they are told.
On attending Public Worship.
nHN to the house of GOD we go,
To hear his word, and sing his love, We ought to worship him below,
Like all the saints in heaven above.
They stand before his presence now, And praise him better far than we, Who only at his footstool bow,;!
And love him, though we cannot see.
But God is present every-where,
And watches all our thoughts and ways: He sees who humbly join in pray'r,
And who sincerely sing his praise.
And he the triflers, too, can see,
Who only seem to take a part:
They move the lip, and bend the knee, S But do not seek him with the heart.
O may we never trifle so,
Nor lose the days our Gon has giv'n; But learn, by Sabbath's here below,
To spend eternity in heav'n !
A MffINJ 1umble tCoinession au4 Prayer.,
anmigNNE Lord, behold4 1 stand; In thought, and word, and deed!I But Jizsus sits at thy right hain
For such to intercede.
From early infancy, I khow,
A rebel I have been;
And daily, as I older grow,
I1feari -grow in sin iBut God can change this evil heart,
And give a holy mind,
And his own heavenly grace inrpart,
Which those who seek shall find.
to heaven can reach the softest word
A rhid's repenOng prayer-
For tears are seen, and sighs are heard,
And thoughts regarded, there.
Then let me all my sins confess,
And pardoning grace implore; That I may love my follies less,
And love my SAVIOUR more.
TVLL me, Mamma, if I must (dio One day, as little baby died ; And look so very pale, and lie Down in the pit-hole, by its side ?
Shall I leave dear Papa and you, And never see you any imre? Tell me, Mamma, if this is true I did not know it was 1fore.
,Tis true, my love, that you must die The GoD who made you, says you must; And every one of us shall lie, Like the dear baby, in the dust.
These hands, and feet, and busy head, Shall waste and crumble quite away: But though your body shall be dead, lhre is a part which can't decay:
That which now thinks within your heart, And made you ask if you must die, That is your soul-the better partWhich GoD has madeto live on high.
Those who have loved him here below, And pray'd to have their sin forgiven, And done his holy will, shall go, ike happy angels, up to heavna :
go, while their bodies moulder here, Their souls with GOD himself shall dwell :But always recollect, my dear, That wicked people go to hell.
There the good GoD shall never smile. Nor give them one reviving look; For since they chose to be so vile, Hie leaves them to the way they took.
Thoe God, seest me."
AmoNs the deepest shades of night
Can there be one who sees my way ? Yes;-Gon is like a shining light,
That tufns the darkness into day.
When ev'ry eye around me sleeps,
May I not sin without controul ?
1o ; for a constant watch Ife keepry
On ev'ry thought of ev'ry soul.
If I could find some cave unknown
Where human feet had never trod\ Yet there I could not be alone;
On ev'ry side there wold be GOD:
He smiles in heaven; Hie frowns to hell
He fills the air, the earth, the sea :I must within his presence dwell;
I cannot from his anger flee.Yet I may flee-he shews me where;
Tells me to JESUs CHRIST to fly :
And while he sees me weeping there,
There's orily mercy in his eye.
To a little Sister, on her birth-day.
Mr love, I meet this happy day
With pleasure, and with pain: I wish to learn your future way,
But know the wish is vain.
Ajourneywhich can never end
You have but just begun ;
And hand in hand with many a friend
This little way have run:
But friends, my love, how vain are they:For one infected breath
Xay snatch the tenderest away,
And seal them up in death.
then whither should my darling fly?
-4u whom way she vonide ?--
there is a Friend above the sky,
Who waits to he her guide.
His eye the path of life can see,
And has as clear a view
Of hills and valleys yet to be,
As what are past to you.
He knows the point, the very spot,
Where each of us shall fall;
And whose shall be the earliest lot,
And whose the last of all.
-Dear cherished child if you should have
To travel far alone,
And weep by turns at many a grave,
lBefore you reach your own,
hay He, who bade you weep, be nigh
To wipe away your tears,
And point you to a world on high,
Beyond these mournful years !
Teif'it be l~s holy Will,
I pray that ha'nd in hand
We all may travel many a biill
Of this the Oig'"Iis TAvvRd;
With Zion's shining gateiniew
Through ev'rY danger rise il Anud forni a family anew,
Uubroken, in thie skies.
Sin makes Gojj.Q#,gr~
Dlow kind, in all his works and ways,.
Must our Creator be
I learn a lesson of his praise
From ev'ry thing I see.
Ten thousand creatures by his hand
Were bruiit to life at fuxst:
lis skill their ffifferent 'natures planui'l
And made them from' the dust:
lie condes cendsto~do-thm good,
And p ities when they cry;
And all their wants are understood
By his attentive eye.
And can so kind a F~ather frown.7
Will her, who stoopS to care For little sparrows i~ing down,
Despise aA inf ant's pray~r?
No; he regards the feeblest cry:
'Tis only wlieu we SIn
le puts thle sluile Qf Inerey -by,
And lets his frown begin.
'Tis sin that g;'ieves is holy mind,,
And ia-kes his anger vise ; And Sinnuers old or.youngsllfn
2No fayour in Ids eyes.
'tat when the broken spit turns
And would from sin depart, The Gon of mercy never spurna
That broken, humble heart.
0 Jesus Christ came into the world to sa
Lo, at noon 'tis sudden night !
Darkness covers all the sky !
Rocks are rending at the sight !Children can you tell me why What can all these wonders be ?
-JESUS dies at CAvary!
Streteh'd upon the cross, behold
How his tender limnbs are torn! For a royal crown of gold,
They have made him one of thorn !
Cruel hands, that dare to bind Thorns upon a brow so kind!
See the blood is falling fast
From his forehead and his side! Listen! he has breath'd his last!
With a mighty groan he died !Children, shall I tell you why jrsus condescends to die?
Ule, who was a king above
Left his kingdom for a grave, Out of pity and of love,
That the guilty he might save! Down to this sad world he flew, For such little ones as you!
You were wretched, weak, and vile;
You deserved his holy frown; Ut he saw you with a smile, And tb save you hastened down.Bl.
Listen, chiildren ;-Ihis is why JEsus condescends to die.
Come then, children, come and see;
Lift your littb'hands to pray'. "Blessed J.Eses, pardoii me,
"Help a guilty ij~fant, say; "Since it was for such, as 1, ,PThou didst condescend to, die."s
V' Jesus said, suffer little child"ei to comte unto
As infants once to CHRIST were. brought,
That he might bless them thre, $o now we little children ought
To seek'the same byprayor.,
for when their feeble, hands. Were spread,
*&Ud bent each inA-Ut kftee,
SForbid them not, the SAvrout said.;
And so he says for me.
Though now he is- not here below,
But on his heav'nly hil,
To him may little chi dren go,
Andseek a blessing still.
Well pleased that little flock to see,
The SAviounkindly smil'd :
Oh, then, he will not frown on me
Because I am a child.
For as so many years ago
Poor babes his pity drew,
Irm sure he will not let me go
Without a blessing too.
Then while this favour to implore,
My little hands are spread,
Do thou thy sacred blessing pour,
Dear Jsss on my head.
Love and duty to Parents,
Xy Father, my IMother, I know
I cannotyour kindness repay ; But I hope, that, as older I grow,
,[ shall learn your commands to obey. You lov'd me before I could tell
Who it was that so tenderly smiled; But now, that I know it so well,
I should be a dutiful child.
I am sorry.that ever I should
Be naughty, and give you a pain I hope I shall learn to be good,
And so never grieve you again.
But, for fear that I ever should dare
From all your commands to depart, Whenever Iu saying my prayer
I'll ask for a dutiful heart,
The Dfay of Life.
ThE morning hours of cheerful light,
Of all the day are best;
IBut as they speed their hasty Rlight, if ev'ry hour is spent aright, We sweetly sink to sleep at night,
And pleasant is our rest.
And life is like a summer's day,
It seems so quickly past:-i Youth is the morning bright and gay, And if 'tis spent in wisdom's way, We meet old age without dismay,
4nd death is sweet at last.
The Little Pilgrim.
THErRE is a path that leads to GODAll others go astrayXarrow, but pleasant, is the road;And Christians love ithe way.
It leads straight through this world of sin ;.1
And dangers mnustbe past ;
But those wvho boldly walk therein
Will come to heaven at last.
How shall an infant pilgrim da-e
This dangerous path to *read ; For on the way is many asnare
For youthful trav'llers spread ;
While the broad road, where thousands go
Lies near, and opens fair;
And many turn aside, I1 know,
To walk with sinners there?
But, lest my feeble steps should slide,
Or wander from thy way,
Lord, condescend to be my guide,
And I shall never stray.
Then I may go without alarm,
And trust His word of old ;lThe lambs hell gather with his arn,
And lead them to the told.'
Thus I may safely venture through,
Beneath my Sheerd's care;
And keep the gate of heav'n in view,
Till I shall enter there.
Jn Evening Hymnfor a Little Family.
Now condescend, Almighty King,
To bless this little throng ; And kindly listen while we sing
Our pleasant ev'ning song.
We come to own the Pow'r divine
That watches o'er our days ; For this our feeble voices join
In hymns of cheerful praise.
Before thy sacred footstool seeWe bend in humble pray'r, A happy little family,
To ask thy tender care.
*ay we in safety sleep to-night,
From every danger free i
Jlecause the darkness and the light
Are both alike to thee.
And when the rising sun displays
His cheerful beams abroad,
Then shall our morning hymn of praise
Declare thy goodness, LORD.
Brothers and sisters, hand in hand,
Our lips together move ;
Then smile upon this little band,
Andjoin our hearts in love.
.4 child' lamentation for the deathk of a dear
A roon afflicted child, I kneel
Before my heav'nly Father's seat, To tell him : the grief I feel,
And spread my sorrows at lis fcet
*etI must weep.: I cannot dry
These teArs, that trickle while I bend, Since it has pleas'd thine holy eye
To take away so dear a friend.
And now I recollec with painThe many times I griev'd her sore E Oh! if she would but come again,
I think l'd vex her so no more.
How I would watch her gentle eye !
'Twould be my play to do her will! And she should never have to sigh
Again, for my behaving ill!
But since she's gone so far away,
And cannot profit by my pains, Let me this child-like duty pay
To that dear parent who remains :
Let mnie console his broken heart,
And be his comfort, by my c4re a
that when at last we come to part,,
.E'va "s'it 'nother Sabbati~j day,
And heard of1EF, us and of4ev'n: We thank thee for thy word, and pray
That this days sias mqay be forgive.
Forgive our inattention, Lord,,
0 ur looks aI"nd( th 0 'd- in tbat'ent astray: Forgive our carelessness abroad;
At hon~e, our jleness and play.
May all we Lewrd rtnd nnaerstooa,
Be well remember thie6ukh the weeks. Arid lh~% to make us wise and good,
Abore humble-, diligent, and fueek.
tess our good minister, we pray,
Who loves to see a child attend, And let us honour and obey
The words of such a holy friend.
So, when our lives are finished here,
And days and Sabbaths shall be o'er, MRay we along with him appear,
To serve and love thee evermore.
Time and Eternity
]If6w long, sometimes, a day appears,
And weeks, how long are they Months move as slow as if the year
Would never pass away.
It seems along, long time a-8
That I was taulit to read
And since t was a babe, I knee
'Tis very long indeed.
l3nt even .years are passing by,
And soon must all be gone; For day by day, as minutes fly.
Eternity comes on.
Days, months,,and years must have an end
Eternity has none ;
#Twill always have as long to spend
As when it first begun!
Great God! an infant cannot tell
How such a thing can be; J only pray that I may dwell
T hat long, long time with thee.
Against iel 4ing to temptatio.
Mv love, you have met with a trial to-4ay,
Which I hop'd to have seen you oppose ;
But, alas in a moment your temper gave way,
And the pride of your bosom arose.
I saw the temptation, and trembled, for fear
Your good resolutions should fall
And soon, byyour eye, andyourcolour, my dear,
I found you had broken them all.
O, why did you suffer this troublesome sin
To rise in your bosom again ?
And when you perceived it already within,
0 why did you let it remain ?
As soon as temptation is put in your way,
And passion is ready to start,
Msi then You must tr. to subdue it, and pr*y
For court age to* bid-if depart.
But now you can only with sorrow implore
That Jrsus would. pardon your sin;
Would be1lp you to wat&&h f.Your enemy m~or~o
Ad put a new temper witin.
The .7)aw of .FUdj4ge.
flow dreadful, Lord, will be the a
When all the tibes of dead shal! iise And those who dar')d Wa disohelBe dragged helore tine angr~y e) -s
The wicked child, who ofteil heard
His Pious parents speak of Thee,, And fle-:d from ev'ry serious word,
Mall not be able then to flee.
Wo: he shall see them burst the tomb,
And rise, a id leave him trembling there, To-hear his everlasting doom,
With shame, and terror, and dispair.
Whilst they appear at thy right hand,
With saints and angels round the throne; Ile, a poor guilty wretch, shall stand,
And bear thy dreadful wrath alone I
No parent, then, shall bid him pray
To Him, who now the sinner hears; For CnIsT himself shall turn away,
And shew no pity to his tears.
Great God t Itremble at the thought;
And at thy feet for mercy bend,
That, when to Judgment I am brought, The Judge himself may be my friend.
WlN a foolish thought within
Tries to take us in a snare,
Conscience tells us "Itis sin"
And entreats us to beware.
If in something we truasgress,
And are tempted to deny,
Conscience says, "Your fault confess;
Do not dare to tell a lie."
In the morning, when we rise,
And would fain omit to pray,
a Child, consider," Conscience cries;
Should not God be sought to-day ?"
When, within his holy walls,
We abroad our thoughts would send,
Conscience often loudly calls,
And entreats us to attend.
When our angry passions rise,
Tempting to revenge an ill;
"Now subdue it," Conscience cries ;
"Do command your temper sti.lJ
Thus, without our will or choice,
This good monitor within, With a secret, gentle voice
Warns us to beware of sin.
But if we should disregard,
While this friendly voice would call, Consience soon will grow so hard,
That it will not speak at all
Though the Lord be high, yet hatht he res.
pect unto the lowly."
fvIERE is the high and lofty One ? His dwelling is afar ; l[e lives beyond the blazing sun, And ev'ry distant star.
1at God whom thousand worlds obey, Descends to earthly ground, And dwells in cottages of clay,
If there his saints are found.
Is not the heaven of hetrns his own ?
Yes-he is' Lord of all ;And there, before his wful throne,
The saints andangels fall.
B3ut, little child, with joy attend;
For if you love him too,
This mighty God will condescend
To come and dwell with you.
For Children at a Sunday S rhool.
LORD, may afew poor children raise To thee a hymn of humble praise ? 'Tis by thy great compassion we Are taught to love and worship thee.
What wicked children we have been! Alas how soon we learned to sin IBut now we learn to read aid pray, And not to break the Sabbaithday.
How condescending God m st be, To love such little ones as we He saw our sin with angry frnwn, And yet he looked with pity dowh.
if we should again begin
o grieve our God, and turn to sin, lid let our guilty passions loose, e now shall be without excuse.
emember, LORD, we are but dust ; is to thy grace alone we trust; o thou instruct and guide us still, 'hat we may ne'er forget thy will.
A MINUTEr, how soon it is flown I
And yet how important it is !
Gon calls ev'ry moment his own,
Fdr all our existence is his ;
ad though we may waste them in folly and
notices each that we squander away.
Why should we a minute despise
Because it so, quickly is o'er ?
We know that It rapidly flies,
And therefore should prize it the ni Another, indeed, may appear in its steas But that precious minute for ever is fled.
'Tis easy to squander our years
In idleness, folly, and strife ;
But, oh no repentance or tears
Can bring back one moment oflife Butf time, if well spent, and im proved as it Willrender life pleasant, and peacefulits d
And when all the minutes are past,
Which God for our portion has giv'
We shall cheerfully welcome the last,
If it safely conduct us to heaven. And O may we all the necessity see, Not knowing how near our last minute ma
A -Chil's Grave.
WHar is this little grassy mound,
Where pretty daisies bloom ?
What is there lying under ground?-It is an infant's tomb.
Alas, poor baby did it die ?
How dismal that must be!
To bid this pretty world good bye
Seems very sad to me.-Silence, my child; for could we hear
This happy baby's voice,
We should not drop anther tear,
But triumph and rejoice :
A 0 do not ever weep for me,"
The happy soul would say
"Nor grieve, dear child, that I am free
"From that poor sleeping clay.
"Mourn not because my feeble-breath
"6Was stoppldpswson as givin : 1 "There's nothing tei~ible in dIeath
"To thzspe vwo com~e tobava
"N in, no sorrow, no cotuplaint
"My pleasures here des roy: "I live with God and- all his t
"And endl~v is~uryj~y.
"While, with the spirits of the justyIIMLyS[9UrovJ adore,
1 sTl upon my sleepiig- d1ust,
11Aild'g Prayer in sickneasff.
Since, mighty God, mhy health, and ease,
And life, helongto tJee.,'
II might not murmurr, should thou, pleaseF
TO take theta -all froni me.
Thou hast a ri gig tQ qs e thy n 4,
Which I should meekl~y hv4r; And yet I may entreat that God
A sinful ehlii woithi sp~re.
I own the comforts I possess,
And thank thy care of me
'While thousands languisIfin distress
And pine i a poverty-Yet look in pity on my pain
A1y little strength rctre;
And grant me life and health again,
To serve thee evermore.
A Hymn of Praisefor Recovery.
LORD, thou hast heard my humble voice,
For all my pains depart:
0 grant that I may now rejoice
With thankfulness of heart.
Many have died as young as I,
Though nurs'd with equal care; But God in pity heard my cry,
And has been pleased to spare.
Let me improve the years, or days,
Thy mercy lends ine here;
And shew my gratitude and praise,
By living in thy fear.
The kindness that my -iends have shown,
O teach me to repay,
By double kindness of my own,
In ev'ry future day.
And, lest I need thy rod again,
I pray thee to impart,
As long as health or life remain,
A thankful, humble heart.
For a very Little Child int sickness.
ALMIGHTY God I'm very ill, But cure me, ifit be thy will; For thou canst take away my pain, And make me strong and well again.
Let me be patient every day, And mind what those who nurse me say ;
And grant that all I h~r to take May do me good,-fbror us' sake.
For a very Little Child, upon getting well.
THIANK the Lord, who tives~ oR -high: He heard an infant pray,
A curld me, that I should not die! And took my pains away. 1let me thank and love thee too, As long as I shall live; knd every naughty t hing I do,
!pray thee to forgive.' XLv.
For a Dying Cihild,
Vfv Ieavinly Father, I coiifes9 That v4J thy 'Vays are j.ust,
Although I faint with sore distreft
And now draw near the dust.
Hlow soon my health and strength arl
And life is nearly past !
O smile upon my dying- bed,
And love me to the last,
Once did the blessed SAvroun cry,
Let little children come :" On this kind word I would rely,
Since I am going home.
O take .this guilty soul of mine,
That now will soon be gone,
And wash it clean, and make it shine,
With heav'nly garments on.
Be pleas'd to grant me easy death,
If 'tis thy holy will,
And bid the struggles ofinny breath
And all my pains be still.
Now, LonD in heav'n hear my prayer
Accept my dying praise ;
And let me quickly meet thee there,
A better song to raise.
Praise for daily mercies.
LonD, I would own thy tender care
And all thy love to me;
The food I eat, the clothes I wear,
Are all bestowed by thee.
ITis thou preservest me from death
And dangers ev'ry hour: I cannot draw another breath
Unless thou give me pow'r.
Kind angels guard me ev'ry night,
As round my bed they stay :
Nor am I absent from thy sight
In darkness, or by day.
My health, and friends, and parents dear,To me by God are giv'n, I have not any blessing here
But what is sent from Heav'n.
Such goodness, Lord, and constant care,
A child can ne'er repay;
But may it be my daily prayer
To love thee and obey.
The Example of Christ.
JInss CnusT, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me:
0 that in my whole behaviour He my pattern still might be!
All my nature is unholy.;
Pride and passion dwell within: But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.
While I'm often vaindy trying
Some new pleasure to possess, He was always self-denying,
Patient in his worst distress. lLord, assist a feeble creature;
Guide me by thy word of truth;
Condescend to be my teacher
Through my childhood and my youth,
Often I shall be forgetful
Of the lessons thou hast taught, Idle, passionate, and fretful,
Or indulging foolish thought.
Then permit me notto harden
In my sin, and be content
Sut bestow a gracious, pardn
"d asisivioto repen~t.
WTwx sive4ummner fpwer,ppear, We wish that they~a4ways would last;
But Wijteor must shortly, be ),ere,
To sweep them awayiyith htis blajst:
'Spring, skuxmer, and autqunsill hJasten away; The roses, Mustifade, -n teblossoms decay.
Like .winter, old. agi will be found;
All stri pp'd. of our blossoms~,and fruit,,
We still may remain in the ground, Though nothing be left but the, root:
But withered and bare we must ever remain, For spring will not cover our branches agaiu..
Then let us, since time'son the wing,
And death and eternity near,
Endeavour, while yet in our spring, To prepare for the end of the year;
That we may not look back with remorse a
To think how this season was wasted away.
And then, when the summer is gone,.
Our youth and maturity past,
:1ld age will come pleasantly on,
And bring us to glory at last;
Nor shall we reflect with a sigh or a tear on any gay season of happiness here.
In heaven no winter they know To wither their pleasures away;
The plants that in Paradise grow Shall blossom, but never decay :
Then for these fading pleasures= no longer we'll
But hope we shall spend an eternitythere.
Love to Jesus.
WHEN JESUS CHRIST was here below,
And spread his works of love abroad, If I had liv'd so long ago,
I think I should have lov'd the Lord.
Jesus, who was so very kind,
Who came to pardon sinful men,
Who healed the sick, and cur'd the blind0 must I not have lov'd him then ?
Baut where is Jesus ?-is he dead?
O no he lives in heaven above;
a And blest are they," the SAvIo rn said, "Who, though they have not seen me, love."
H~e sees,_us, fr-omnitiuhrOne hih,
As well as when on earth he d.welt; And when to him poor children cry,
He feel$ such love as then he' felt,
And if the Lord will grant me grace,
Much 1, will lovelhim, and adoe IBut when in ixeav'n I1 see his face,
'Twill be ly joy to love 'biiiore,
God ciiery" w her4e
GOD made the world-in every landI
His love hind power" abound: Anl are protected by his hatid
As well as IBi -iisl ground.
The Indian hut, and Eaglish cot3
Alke his c-arenit own,
Though sayage nations know him not,
But worship wood,and-stone.
He sees and governs, distant lands,
And constant bounty pours,
From wild. Arabia's burning sands
To Lapland's frozen shores.
In forest shades, an d silent plains,
Where feet have never trod,
There in majestic power he reigns,
An ever-present God.
All the inhabitants of earth
Who dwell beneath the sun,
Of different nations, name, and birth,
He knows them every one.
Alike the rich and poor are known,
The polished, and the wild;
Ife sees the king upon' t throne,
And every Jittle child.
While he regards the wise and fair,
The noble and the brave,
He listens to the beggar's prayer,
And the poor Negio slave.
He knows the worthy from the vile,
And sends his mercy down :None are too mean to share his smile,
Or to provoke his frown.
Great God! and since thy piercing eye
My inmost heart can see,
Teach me from every sin to fly,
And turn that heart to thee.
"Though lie were rich, yet for our sakes,
JEsus was once despis'd and low,
A. stranger, and. distress'd;
Without a home to which to go,
A pillow where to rest:
Now on a high majestic seat
le reigns above the sky;
And angels worship at his feet,
Or at his bidding fly.
Once he was bound with prickly thorns,
And scofl"d at in his pain;
Now a bright crown his head adorns,
And he is King again.
But what a condescending King!
Who, though lie reigns so high, is pleased when little children sing,
And listens to their cry:
le sees them from his heavenly throne,
He watches all their ways,
And stoops to notice for his own
The youngest child tlat pras.
For a child'that i~s sor'y for afaut.
LORD, I have dar'd to disobey
My friends on earthi, and three in ha';
0 help me now to come and prtiy,;
For Jesus' sake, to be forgive.
leanno t say I did not know,
For ive been taught thy holy will ;i
Awhile my conscience told in6 so,~And bade me stop, I didi it still.
But. thou wast there to see mry crime,
And write it in thy judgoint'botyk.-"o make me ftar, another timne,
A sinful thought, or word, or look.
Forgive me, Lord ; forgive,' r pray"
This naughity thiug--that I' hayud( me
And take my sinful heart away,.
And make:me holy, like thy, S'011,
Instructiunfram he Hcaive,
SfARS, that on your woud'rous wayTravel through the, ev'hiflg sky,. is there nothing- you can- say
To such a little child as I ? T1ell me, for I long to know,. Who has made you sparkle; so.?
Yes, mnethinks, hear you say,
"4Child of mortal race, attend,' While we run our wond'raus way;,
Listen.; we would he your friend; Teachinig you that Name Ivine', B~y whose xui ty word w@ 9hiue,
Child, as truly as we roll
Through the dark and distant sky, You have an immortal soul,
Born to live when we shall die: Suns and planets pass away; Spirits never can decay.
When some thousand years, at mosts
All their little time have spent, One by one oursparkling host
Shall forsake the firmament: We shall from our glory fall ; You must live beyond us all.
Yes,-and God who bade us roll,
God, who hung us in the sky, Stoops to watch an infant's soul
With a condescetiding eye; And esteems it d are,far, More in value, than a star!
O then, while your breath is giv'n,.
Pour it out in fervent pray'r, And beseech the God of heaven
To receive your spirit there ;. Like a living star to blaze Ever to your Saviour's praise.
Children encouraged to seek the Lord.
Shall I presume to venture near
A God so just and true? Or, sinful as I am, appear
Before his piercing view?
low oft I grieve his holy eye,
And break his righteous law;
And think some thought of vanity
With ev'ry breath [draw !
Yet, Drd, a sinfulI child my turyt
To wisdom's pleasaiat ays;,
For Jesus' saket thouwitnot spuIrwA
My feeble prayer. and praise.
He died, that sinners, -such as- 1,
May have their sins forgiven;
He died, that sinners, when they die,
May live with him in heaven.
It is for th is 1,u c on pray,,
And on his grace depend,
That even -at the Judgment-daty
The Lord may be my friend.
Lord what is life ?-?fis like a flower,wI~at blossom's Sudisgout:,
see it 116tfisly f4l ari fIUir,
Wi th all its W aity Ott;
B3ut Death codi 6, like-a wia~ f iLy And cuits th4 p ety'flkwlr ft*ay.
Jord what is lifli ? -7-~tis lik-e tlio h6w
That Zliatens in the&Aky:We love to see its eolours Oo
But while we look, thiey die;
Life fails as soon;, to-day, itis~ lire; 'fo-night perhaps,-'twvill- di$-appear. 91.x thousand years have passed. away
Since life began at-fiest,
.Lfd millions, once alive and gay,
Are dead, and'in theO dust ;
For Life, in all its health and, -pridie, Has D~eath still waiting at its side,
And yet, this short,' uhicertaia space
So foolishly we prize,
That heav'n, that lasting dwelling.place,
Seems nothing in our eyes'!
The worlds of sorrow and of bliss We disregard, eompar'd with this!
Lord, what is life ?,-If spent with thee,
In duty, praise, and pray'r, However long or short it be,
We need but little care ; lBecause Eternity will last, 'When life, and even deat h, are past.
Where should I be, if God should say I nmust not live another day, And send to take away my breath What are eternity and death
My body is of little worth; 'Twould soon be mingled with the earth: We all were form'd of clay at first, And shall return again to dust:
But where my living soul would go, I do not, and I cannot know; For none were e'er sent back to tell The joys of heav'n, or pains of hell.
Yet heaven must be a world of bliss, Where God himself forever is ; Where saints around his throne adore, And never sin nor suffer more.
And hell's a state of endless woe, Where unrepenting sinners go ;Though none that seek the Saviour's grace, Shall ever see that dreadful place.
0 let me, then, at once apply To him, who did for signers die I
Perhaps the happy saints in bliss Look down from their bright world to this,
Where once they used to dwell; And wonder why we trifle so, And love these vanities below, And live as if we did not know
There was a heav'i, and helL
For the last day of the Year.
This year is just going away,
The moments are finis thing fast: My heart have you nothing to say
Concerning the time that is past? Now, while in my chamber alone, ,
Where God will be present to hear, I'll try to remember, and own,
The faults I've cojaitted this year.
SForbid them not," the SavIour said.;
And so he says for, me.
Though now he is not here below,
But on his heav'nly hill,
To him may4littlefchiAten go,
And seek a blessing still.
Well pleas'd that little flock to see,
The SAviouit-kindly smiled :
Oh, then, he will not frown on me
Because I am a child.
For as so many years ago
Poor babes his pity drew,
I'm sure he willnotlet me go
Without a blessing too.
Then while this favour to implore,
My little hands are spread,
o thou thy sacred blessing pour,
Dear Jusus, on my head.
For a little infant's heart
Surely is its proper place.
"Set your affections on things above."%
Why should our poor enjoyments here Be thought so pleasant and so dear,
And tempt our hearts astray ? Our brightest joys are fading fast, The longest life will soon be past ; And if we go to heav'n at last,
We need not wish to stay.
For when we come to dwell above, Where all is holiness and love,
And endless pleasures flow,
Our threescore years and ten vvill seem Just like a short and busy dream ; And 0, how poor we then shal1 deem
Our best iulrsuits below!