Mrs. Barbauld's hymns for children

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Mrs. Barbauld's hymns for children
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Bensley, Thomas, ca. 1760-1835
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/PREFACE.

MONG the number of books conpo for the ufe of children, though thereare many, and fome on a very rational plan, which unfold the fyftern, and give a funmary of the doctrines, of religion, it would be difficult to find one calculated to affiA them in the devotional part-of it, except indeed Dr. Watts's Hymns for SChildren. There are in pretty general ufe; and the author is defervedly honoured for the condefcenfion of his Mufe, which was very able to take a. loftier flight. But it may well b* doubted whether poetry ought to l~. lowered to the capacities of children, A 2 or
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life. For he who has early been accuffomed to fee the Creator in the vifible appearances of all around him, to feel his continual prefence, and lean upon his daily proteionthough his religious ideas may be mixed with many improprieties, which his corre&er reafon will refine away-haas nade large advances towards: that habitual piety, without which religion: can fcarcely regulate the condua, and will never warm the heart.
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HYMNS

IN PROSE FOR

CHILDREN.



HYMN I.

COME, let us praife God, for he is exceeding great; let us blefs God, for he is very good.
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He made all things; the fun, to rule the day, the moon to thine by night.

He made the great whale, and the elephant; ahd the little worm that crawleth on the ground.

The little birds fing praifes to God, when they warble fweetly in the green fade.

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The brooks and rivers praife God, when they murmur melodioufly amongft the fmooth pebbles.

I will praife God with my voice; for I may praife him, though I am but a little child.

A few years ago, and I was a little infant; and my tongue was dumb within my mouth: An




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And I did riot know the great name of God, for my reafon was not come unto me.

But now I can fpeak, and my tongue fhall praife him; I can think of all his kindnefs, and my heart fall love him.


Let him call me, and I will come unto him: let him





him command, and I will obey him.

When I am older, I will praife him better; and I will never forget God, fo long as my life remaineth in me.


HYMN II.

COME, let us go forth into the fields, let us fee how the flowers fpring, let us lifted to
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to the warbling of the birds, and fport ourfelves upon the new grafs.

The winter is over and gone, the buds come out upon the trees, the crimfon bloffoms of the peach and the ne&arine are feen, and the green leaves fprout.

The hedges are bordered with tufts of primrofes, and yellow




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yellow cowilips that hang down their heads; and the blue violet lies hid beneath the fhade.

The young goflings are running upon the green, they are juft hatched, their bodies are covered with yellow down; the old ones hifs with anger if any one comes near.

The hen fits upon her neft of firaw, fhe watches j B patiently




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patiently the full time, then fhe carefully breaks the fhetl, and the young chickens come out.

The lambs juft dropt are in the field, they totter by the fide oftheir dams, their young limbs can hardly fupport their weight.

If you fall, little lambs, you will not be hurt; there is fpread under you a carpet of





of foft grafs, it is fpread on purpofe to receive you.

The butterflies flutter frombufh to bufh, and open their wings to the warm fun.

The young animals of every kind are fporting about, they feethemfelves happy, they are glad to be alive,-they thank him that has made them alive~
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They may thank him in their hearts, but we can thank him with our tongues; we are better than they, and can praife him better.

The birds can warble, and the young lambs can bleat; but we can open our lips in his praife, we can fpeak of all his goodness.

Therefore we will thank him





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him for ourfelves, and we will thank him for thofe that cannot fpeak.

Trees that bloffom, and little lambs that fkip about, if you could, you would fay how good he is; but you are dumb, we will fay it for you.

We will not offer you in facrifice, but we will offer
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facrifice for you, on every hill, and in every green field, we will offer the facrifice of thankfgiving, and the incenfe of praife.



HYMN III.


BEHOLD the Shepherd
of the flock, he taketh care for his fheep, he leadeth them among clear brooks, he guideth





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eth them to frefh pafture;' if the young lambs are weary he carrieth them in his arms; if they wander, he bringeth them back.

But who is the shepherd's Shepherd? who taketh carefor him? who guideth him in the path he should g6 ? and, if he wander, who hall bring him back?


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God i-s the fheherd's Shepherd. Hle is. the Shepherd. over all; he taketh care for all; tli6 wholecearth is his fold; we Are all hisfiock. an-d,

ery herb, and every green field is the, pafturm-which lhe b lath prepared for us.


The mother loveth her little child fie bringeth i up on her knees; fhe nourifheth its body with food; Ihe k feedeth





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feedeth its mind with knowledge: if it is fick, fihe nurfeth
it with tender love; fhe watcheth over it when afleep; fhe forgetteth it not for a moment; fhe teacheth it how to be good; fhe rejoiceth
daily in its growth.

But 'who is the parent of
the mother? who nourifheth her with good things, and watcheth over her with tender





der love,and remembereth her every moment ? Whofe arms are about her to guard her from harm? and if fhe is fick, who fhall heal her?

God is the parent of the mother; he is the parent of all, for he created all. All the men, and all the women who are alivein the wide world, re his children; he loveth all~ he is good to all.
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The king 'governeth his people; he hath a- golden crown upon his head, and the royal fceptre is in his hand; he fitteth upon a throne, and fendeth forth his demands; his fubjeas fear before him; if they do well, he protedeth them from danger; and if they do evil, he punifheth them.

But who is the fovereign
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of the king? who commandeth him what he muft do? whofe hand is firetched out to protea himfrom danger? and if he doeth evil, who fhall punifh him?


God is the fovereign of the king; his crown is of rays of light, and his throne is amongft the flars. He is King of kings, and Lord of lords: if he biddeth us live,
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we live; and if he biddeth us die, we die: his dominion is over all worlds, and the light of his countenance is upon all his works.

God is our Shepherd, therefore we will follow him: God is our Father, therefore we will love him: God is our, King, therefore we will obey him.

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HYMN IV.

COME, and I will fhew you what is beautiful. It is a rofe fully blown. See how ihe'fits upon her moffy ftem, like the queen of all the flowers I her leaves glow like fire; the air is filled with her fweet odour; fhe is the delight of every eye.

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She is beautifully, but there
is a fairer than fhe., He that made the rofe is moire beau,tiful than the rofe; he is allI lovely;, he is th eight of
every heart.


I will fhew you, what is'
fing. ,The lion is firlong;r wbop be raaife~t up himfeif from his lair,, When he ihaketh his mane, when the ~ vic~of bis -roaring is heard'

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the cattle of the field fly, and the ivild beafts of the defert hide themfelves, for he is very terrible.

The lion is firong, but he that made the lion is stronger than he: his anger is terrible: he could make us die in a moment, and no one could fave us out of his hand.


I will Ihew you what is
glorious.
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lpriouq. The~+ fun is gllQo4s. When lipffiinh -in the


his bright thr~one, in, thf, hea!, Ncens, -andloqp cth broad, over all the earth, he is the moff' excellent and. glorious crea~ ture dhe eye cari behold.'


The fun iq glorious, but he that made the. fun is more glorious than, he- The-eye behoIdeth -him- not, for~ bia
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brightnefs is more dazzling than we could bear. He feeth in all dark places; by night as well as by day; and the light of his countenance is over all his works.

Who- is this great name, and what is he called, that my lips may praife him?


4 This great name is GOD. He made all things, but he is himfelf





himfelf more excellent fla all which h ath made: they, are beautiful,-buit -he is beauty; they are firong, but- he. is firengrth; they are perf6t, b~ut he is perfeaion.


HYMN V.

THE glorious fun is fet in the weft; -the night dews'fall; and -the air, which* was fiult ry~J becomes cbol.
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The RbWers; fo UA up, LIVir, colbure&- leaves,; -they fold; tbipmfol"SUB. -ai-W..hang their, headi on, the, lender ftalk

The chickcm"a're.Ig a there under the wing. of the hen, and are at refl';, the; hen herfelf is aif*eft alfo.

The- lj4jpr-Wr4S, I ayp ceafc4
they're asleep on the boughs. each -one with




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with~ his head behind 'his Wing,.


There is no m'urmur of bees around the, hive, or amongif the honceyecl woodhines_; they; have done their work, and lie -defe-. in' their waxen cells.


The- ilicop,- rjaft upon their foft fleecesj -and their flid.
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b ating is rio more hq4rd amongft the hills.


Thcrci nqi found of a
of vokes, or of chilumbe,
dte qa pjAy, oxthpurampling
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Tbelfinith's hammer is not heard iipon Jbe.,an:641-jior the, barth,' faw, ef ttvj -. carpea


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All men are firetched on their quiet beds; and the child fleeps upon the breaff of its mother.

Darknefs is fpread over the fkies, and darknefs is upon the ground; every eye is fhut, and every hand is fill.

Who taketh care of all people when they are funk in fleep; wherr they cannot
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defend themfelves, nor fee if Danger approacheth?


There is an eye that never fleepeth; there is an eyethat feeth in dark night as well as in the bright funfhine.

When there is no light of the fun, nor of the moon; when there is no lamp in the houfe, nor -,any little ftar I twinkling -ithrough the thick clouds;i




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clouds; that eye feeth every where, in all places, and watcheth continually over all the families of the earth.

The eye that fleepeth not is God's; his hand is always firetched out over us.

He made fleep to refrefh us when we are weary: he made night that we might fleep in quiet.
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As the mother moveth about the hoiufe with her finger on her lips, and ftilleth every little noife, that her infant be not difturbed; as fhe draweth the curtains around its bed, and flhutteth out the light from its tender eyes; fo God draweth the curtains of darkness around us; fo he makethe all things to be hufhe4 and lill, that his
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his large family may fleep in peace.

Labourers fpeat with toil, and young children, andevery little humming infe&, fleep quietly, for God watcheth over you.


You may fleep, for he never fleeps: you may clofe your eyes in fafety, for his
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eye is always opento protea you.

When the darknefs is paTed away, and the beams of the morning-fun firike through your eyelids, begin the day with praising God, who hath taken care of you through the night.


Flowers, when you open again,




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again, fpread your leaves, and fmell feet to his praife.

Birds, when you awake, warble your thanks amongft the green boughs; fing to him before you fing to your mates.

Let -his praife be in our hearts, when we lie down; let his praife be on our lips, when we awake.
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HYMN VI.

CHILD of -reafon, whence tomeft thou? What has thine eye obferved, and whither has thy foot been wandering ?

I have been wandering along the meadows, in the thick grafs; the cattle were feeding around me, or repofing




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poling in the cool thade; the, corn fprung up in the furrows; the poppy and the harebell grew among the wheat; the fields were bright with fummer, and glowing with beauty,

SDidft thou fee ,othing more ? Didft thou obferve nothingbefides? Return again child of reafon, for there are greater things than thefe.
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-God was among the fields; arid didft thou not perceive him ? his beauty was upon the meadows; his fmile enlivened the funfhine.

I have walked through the thick foreft; the wind whifpered among the trees; the brook fell from the rocks with a pleafant murmur; the fquirrel leapt from bough to bough ; and the birds fung to




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to each other amongft the branches.

Didil thou hear nothing, but the murmur of the brook? no whifpers but the whifpers of the wind? Return again, child, of reafon, for there are greater things than thefe.--God was amongft the trees; his voice founded in the murmur of the water; his mufic warbled in the thde;




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fhade,; and didft thou not attend?

I faw the moon rifing behind the trees: it was like a lamp of gold. The liars one after another appeared in the clear firmament. Prefently I faw black clouds arife, and roll towards the fouth; the lightning ftreamed in thick flafhes over the fky;- the thunder growled at a diflance; it




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it came nearer, and Ifelt afraid, for it was loud and, terrible.

Did' thy heart feel no terror, but of the thunderbolt? Was there nothing bright and terrible, but the lightning? Return, 0 child of reafoni, for there are greater things than thefe.-God was in the fform, and didit thou not perceive him? His terrors were




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were abroad, and did not thineheart acknowledge him?

God is in every place; he peaks in every found wehear; he is feen in all that our eyes behold: nothing, 0 child of reafon, is without God;let God therefore be in all thy thoughts.




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HYMN VII.

COME, let us go into the thick fhade, for it is the noon of day, and the fummer fun beats hot upon our heads.

The fhade is pleafant and cool; the branches meet above our heads, and fhut out the fun as with a green curtain;
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the grafs is foft to our feet, and a clear brook wafhes the roots of the trees.

The floping bank is ctvered with flowers: let us lie down upon, it;- let us throw our limbs on the frefh grafs, and fleep ; for all things are fhill, and we axe quite alone.

The cattle can lio down to




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to fleep in the cool fhade, but we can do what is better ; we can raife our voices to heaven; we can praife the great God who made us. He made the warm fuh, and the cool fhade; the trees that grow upwards, and the brooks that run murmuring along, All the things that we fee are his work.

Can we raife our voices up
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to the high heaven? can we make him hear who is above the flars ? We need not raifeour voices to the ftars, for he heareth us when we only whifper; when webreathe out words foftly with a low voice. He that filleth the heavens is here alfo.

May we that are fo young fpeak to him that always was?
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May we, thait Ican hardly fjeak plain, fpeak to, God'?


We that .are fo young are, but lately made alive; -therefore we should not forget his forming hand who -hath made As alivei, Wethat capnot fpek, pjainitihpiid lifp opt praifes to "him who jqacheth us how to 1eak, and bath opened our


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When we could not thinkof him, he thought of us; before we could afk him to blefs us, he had already given us many bleffings.

He fafhioneth our tender limbs, aiid caufeth them 4i grow; he maketh u-s4'rong, and tall, and nimble,

Every day we are inor e active than the former day, there-





therefore. every day we ought to praife. him better thant the, former day.


-Thebudslfpread, into.1e~xves, anid the bloffoms fwell to fruit.; V ut they know not how they ,grow, nor who-caufed, them to fpring up from the .bofom of the earth.


Alk.c the~i,if. they will tell
the bid them- break forth into





into finding, and, fill the- alf with'pleafkit'f un'ds.,'

They finely fweet; they ,took be'atitiful; but they are quite silent: no found is ivi the! flill air'; no triurmur
ar dftgft'- the green leaves,

The plants"'and the trees, are made to glive.fruit. to man I but




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bitt man is made to praife God who made him.

We love to praife him, be4 caufe he loveth to blefs us' we thank him for life, becaufe it is a pleafant thing to be alive.

We love God, who hath created all beings; we love all beings, because they are the creatures of God.
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We cannot be good, as God is good, to all perfons every where; but we can rejoice that every where there is a God to do them good.

We will think of God when we play, and when we work; when we walk out, and when we come in; when we fleep, and when we wake; his praife hall dwell continually upon our lips.
HYMN








HYMN VIII.

SEE where flands the cottage of the labourer, covered with warm thatch; the mother is fpinning atthedoor; the young children fport before her on the grafs; the elder ones learn to labour, and are obedient; the father worketh to provide themfood: either he tilleth the ground, or he
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githereth in the corn, or ihaketh his ripe apples from the tree: his children run to meet him when he cometh home, and his wife prepareth the wholefomemeal


The father, the mother, and the children, make a family; the father is the mnafler thereof. If the family be numerous, and the grounds large, there are fervants to help




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help to do the work: all there dwell in one houfe; they fleep beneath one roof; they eat of the fame bread; they kneel down together and praife God every night and every morning with one voice: they are very clofely united, and are dearer to each other than any firangers. If one is fick, they mnourn together: and if one is happy, they rejoice together.
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Many houfes are built together; many families live near one another; they meet together on the green, and in pleafant walks, and to buy and fell, and in the houfe of juffice: and the found of the bell calleth them to the houfe of God, in company. If one is poor, his neighbour helpeth him; ifhe is fad, he comforteth him. This is a village; fee where it fitands enclofed




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clofed in a green fade, and the tall fpire peeps above the trees. If there be very many houfes, it is a town-it is governed by a miagiftrate.

Many towns, and a large extent of country, make a kingdom: it is enclofed by mountains; it is divided by rivers; itis wafhedbyfeas; the inhabitants thereof are coun-. trymen; they fpeak the farne
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language; they make war and peace together-a king is the riler thereof,

Many kingdoms, and countries full of people, and iflands, and large continents, and different climates, make up this whole world-,God governeth it. The people fwarm upon the face of it like ants upon a hillock: fome are black with the hot fun;




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fun; fome cover themselves With furs against the fharp cold; fome drink of the fruit of the vine; fome the pleafant milk of the cocoa, nut; and others quench their thirft with the running fiream,

All are God's family; he knoweth every one of them as a fhepherd knoweth his flock; they pray to him iI different languages, but he
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underfiandeth them all; he heareth them all; he taketh care of all; none are fo great, that he cannot' punish them; none are fo mean, that he will not protea them,

Negro woman, who fitteft pining in captivity, and weepeft over thy fick child; though no one feeth thee, God feeth thee; though no onie pitieth thee, God pitieth thee:




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thee: raife. thy voice, forlorn and abandoned one; call upon him from amidf thy bonds, for affuredly he will hear thee.

Monarch, that ruleft over an hundred Rates; whofe frown is terrible as death, and whofe armies cover the Jiand, boaft not thyfelf as though there were none above thee :-God is above thee; his




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his' powerful arm is always over thee; and if thou doeft ill, affuredly he will punifh thee.

Nations of the earth, fear the Lord; families of men, call upon the name of your

God.

Is there any one whom God hath not made? let himnt not worship him: is there any




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any one whom he hath not bleffed? let him not praife him.



HYIYMN IX.


C OME, let us walk
abroad; let uis talk of the works of God.

Take up a handful of the fand; number the grains of it; tell




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tell them one by one into
your lap.

Try if you can count the
blades of grafs in the field, or
the leaves on the trees.


You cannot count them,
they are innumerable; much more the things which God
has made.

T-'he fir groweth on the high




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high mountain, and the grey willow bends above the f1iream.

The thifile is armed with harp prickles; the mallow is foft and woolly.

The hop layeth hold with
her tendrils, and clafpeth the tall pole; the oak hath firm root in the ground, and refifteth the winter ftorm.: The




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The daify enamelleth the meadows, and groweth beneath the foot of the paffenger : the tulip afketh a rich foil, and the careful hand of the gardener.


The iris and the reed fpring up in the marfh; the rich grafs covereth the meadows; and the purple heath flower enliveneth the wafte ground. .
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The water-lilies growrbeneath the firearm, their broad leaves float on the furface of the water: the wall-flower takes root in the hard flon, and fpreads its fragrance among broken rains.

Every leaf is of a different form; every plant hath a feparate inhabitant.

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Look at the thorns that are white with bloffoms, and the flowers that cover the fields, and the plants that are trodden in the green path. The hand of man hath not Planted them; the fower hath not fcattered the feeds from his hand, nor the gar-. dener digged a place for them with his fpade.

Some grow on fteep rocks, where




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where no man can climb: in faking bogs, and deep forefts, and defert iflands: they fpring up every where, and cover the bofom of the whole earth.

Who caufeth them to grow every where, and bloweth the feeds about in winds, and mixeth them with the mould, and watereth them with foft rains, and cherifheth them
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with dews? Who fanneth them with the pure breath of Heaven; and giveth them colours, and fmells, and fpreadeth out their thin tranfparent leaves?


How dothl the role draw Sits crimfon from the dark brown earth, or the lily its mining white ? How can a fall feed contain a plant ?
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How doth every plant know its feafon to put forth? They, are marfhalledin order: each one knoweth his place, and flandeth up in his own rank;

The fnow-drop, and the primrofe, make hafle to lift their heads above the ground. When the fpring cometh, they fay, Here we are! The carnation waiteth for the full firength of the year; and the
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hardy laurufltinus cheereth the winter months.

Every plant produceth its like. An ear of corn will not grow from an acorn; nor will a grape-flone produce cherries; but every one fpringeth from its proper feed.

Who preferveth them alive through the cold of winter, when





when the {how is on the ground, and the fharp ftro bites on, the -plain ? Who faveth a fall eed, and a little warmth in the bofom of the earth, and caufeth them to fpring up afrebth, and fap to rife through the hard fibres?

The trees are withered, naked, and bare; they are like dry bones. Who breathe eth




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eth on them with the breath of fpring, and they; are covered with verdure; and green leaves fprout from the dead wood?

Lo, thefe are a part of his works; and a little portion of his wonders.
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There is little need I that ifhould tell you of God, for every thing fpeaks of'hin.
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Every field is like an open book; every painted flower hath a leffon written on its leaves.

Every murmuring brook hath a tongue; a voice is in every whifpering wind.

They all fpeak of him who made them; they all tell us, he is very good.

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We cannot fee God, for he is invifible; but we can fee his works, and worship his footfieps in the green fod.

They that know the mofi, will praife God the beft; but which of us can number half his works?




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HYMN X.


C HILD of mortality,
whence cornefl thou? why is thy countenance fad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

I have feen the role in its beauty; it fpreads its leaves to the morning fun-I retuirned, ii was dying upon its iftalk;




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flalk; the grace of the form of it was gone; its lovelinefs was vanifhed away; the leaves thereof were fcattered on the ground, and no one gathered them again.


A lately tree grew on the plain; its branches were covered with verdure; itsboughs spread wide and made a goodly fhadow; the trunk p -li:ke a ftrong pillar; the roots





roots were like crooked fangs.
-I returned, the verdure was nipt by the eaff wind; the branches were lopt away by the ax; the worm had made itsway into the trunk, and the heart thereof was decayed; it mouldered away, and fell to the ground.

I have feen the infeEas fporting in the fun-fhine, and darting along the fireams;
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their wings glittered with gold and purple; their bodies fhone like the green emerald: they were more numerous than I could count; their motions were quicker than my eye could glance. -I returned, they were brufhed into the pool; they were perishing with the evening brezee; the fwallow had de voured them; the pike had feized




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feized them: there were none found of fo great a multitude.

I have feen man- in, the pride of his ftrength; his cheeks glowed with beauty; his limbs were full of activity; he leaped; he walked; he ran; he rejoiced in that he was more excellent than thofe.
-I returned, he lay fliff and cold on the bare ground; his feet could no longer move,
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nor his hands ftretch themfelves out; his life was departed from him; and the breath out of his noffrils: -therefore do I weep becaufe DEATH is in the world; the fpoiler is among the works of God-: all that is made, muff be defiroyed; all that is born, muff die: let me alone,
for I will weep yet longer.



HYMN









HYMN XI.


SHAVE feen the flower withering on the -ftalk, and its bright leaves fpread on the ground.-I looked again, and it fprung forth afrefh; the fiem was crowned with new buds, and the fweetnefs therof filled the air.

H 3 I have






I have feen the fun fet in the weftll, and the shades of night fhut in the wide horizon: there was no colour, nor fhape, nor beauty, nor mulic; gloom and darknefs brooded around-I looked, the fun broke forth again from the eaft, and gilded the mountain tops; the lark rofe* to meet him from her low. neft, and the fhades of darknefs fled away.
I have






I -have feen the infeq, -being come, to its 'f~il EAz~ languifh, and refuse to -,eat I; it -fpun itfeif a tomb, and ] ws f.hrquded in fit e
'cone; it fay without feet, or lb ape, or power, to movt
-Jlooked again, it had burif
-its tomb ; -it, was ffitl of, lie, and failed on coloureid wings' -through the foft air;, it' re-joiced in its nw being.


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Thus fhall it be with thee, O man! and fo hall thy life be renewed.

Beauty fhall fpring up out of afhos, and life out of the dufl.

A little while fhalt thou lie in the ground, as the feed lieth in the bofom of the earth: but thou fhalt be raifed again; and, if thou art




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a I i good, thou fhalt never' di'-e any more.

Who isle that comcth to bur.ft ,o;j)&ri 'the- d'oorg of the tomb; to b d the dead aWake, and to gather his redterhedfro l A'he fout wi i nids ofheaven?

He defcendeth on a fiery iloud ; the f6uod of a tru"Mpet gGeth before him; tbial
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fands of angels are on his right hand.

It is Jefus, the Son of God; the faviour of men; the friend of the good.

He cometh in the glory of his Father; he hath received power from on high.

Mourn not, therefore, child of immortality -for the fpoiler,




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er, the cruel fpoiler, that laid wafte the works of God, is fubdued: Jefus hath conquered death :---child of immortality! mourn no longer.




HI Y MN XII.

T HE role is fweet, but 1 it is furrounded with thorns: the lily of the valley is





is fragrant, but it fpringeth up
among{1 the brambles.


The fpring is pleasant, but
it is foon paft: the fummer is bright, but the tvinter defiroyeth the beauty thereof.


The -rainbow '.very glorious, -but it foon aiht
away: life' is" g-oo4, but "It iI is quickly, fwallowed up -in
death.
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There is a land, where the rofes are without thorns, where the flowers are not mixed with brambles.


In that land, there is eternal fpring, and light without any cloud.

The tree of life groweth in the midft thereof; rivers of pleafures are there, and Edwers that never fade.
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Myriads of happy fpirits are there, and furround the throne of God with a perpetual hymn.

The angels with their golden harps fing praifes continually, and the cherubim fly on wings of fire!

This country is Heaven: it is the country of thofe that are





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are good; and nothing that is wicked muff inhabit there.

The toad muft not fpit its venom amongit turtle doves; nor the poifonous hen-bane grow amongfl fweet flowers.

Neither muff any one that doeth ill enter into that good land.

This earth is pleafant, for
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it is God's earth, and it is filled with many delightful things.


But that country is far better : there we fhall not grieve any more, nor be fick kany more, nor do wrong any
more; there the cold of winter fhall not wither us, nor the heats of fummer
fcorch us.

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