E OF CHILDREN.
BY I. WATTS, D.P.
Out of the mouth
of babes and sucklin thou hast perfected
praise.--Mait. xxi. 16
PUBLISHED BY CLARK, AUSTIN & CO.
O .ALL WHO ARE CONCERNED IN THI
EDUCATION OF CHILDREN
T is an awful and important charge that is comrmt.
ted to you. The wisdom and welfare of the euc
ceding generation are intrusted with you before-
hand, and depend much on your conduct. The
seeds of misery or happiness in this world, and
that to come, are oftentimes sown very early; and
therefore whatever may conduce to give the minds
of children a relish for virtue and religion, ought, in
the first place, to be proposed to you.
Verse was first designed for the service of God,
though it has been wretchedly abused since. The
ancients, among the Jews and the Heathens, taught
their children and disciple, the precepts of morality
and worship in verse. The children of Israel were
commanded to learn the words of the Song of Mo-
ses Deut. xxxi. 19, 20., and we are directed in the
New Testament, not only to sing with grace in the
heart, but to teach and admonish one another by
hymns and songs, F'phes. v. 19., and thcreare these
four advantages in it:
I. There i great delight in the very learning of
truth and duties in this way. There is something
so amusing and entertaining in rhymes and metre,
that will incline children to make this part of their
business a diver sion. And you rmay turn their very
duty into a reward, by giving them the privilege or
learning one of these songs every week if they ful-
fil the business of the week well, and promising
them the book itself, when they have learnt ten or
twenty songs out of it.
, II. What is learnt in verse, is longer retained in
memory, and sooner recollected. The like sounds,
and the like number of syllables, exceedingly assist
the remembrance. And it may often happen, that
the end of a song, runningin the mind, may be an
effectual means to keep off some temptations, or to
incline to some duty, when a word of scripture is
not upon their thoughts.
III. This will be a constant furniture for the
minds of children, that they may have something
to think upon when alone, and sing over to them-
selves. This may sometimes give their thoughts a
a divine turn, and raise a young meditation. Thus
they will not be forced to seek relief for an empti-
ness of mind, out of the loose and dangerous son-
nets of the age.
IV. These Divine Songs may be a pleasant and
proper matter for their daily or weekly worship, to
sing one in the family, at such time as the parents
or governors shall appoint; and therefore I have
confined the verse to the most usual psalm tunes.
The greatest part of this little book was com-
posed several years ago, at the request of a friend,
who had been long engaged in the work of catechi-
sing a very great number of children, of all kinds,
and with abundant skill and success. So that you
will find here, nothing that savours of party; the
children of high and low degree, of the Church of
England Dissenters, baptized in infancy, or not,
may all join together in these songs. And as I
have endeavoured to sink the language to the level
of a child's understanding, and yet to keep it, if
possible, above contempt, so I have designed to
profit all, if possible, and offend none. I hope the
nore general the sense is, these composure may
.e of the more universal use and service.
I have added, at the end, some attempts of son
nets on moral subjects, for children, with an air of
pleasantry, to provoke some fitter pen to write a
little book of them.
May the Almighty God make you faithful in this
important work of education: may he succeed your
cares with his abundant grace, that the rising gen
ration of America may be a glory among the na-
tions, a pattern to the Christian world, and abloas
ing to the earth.
I A General Song of Praise to God..,...,,,...... 9
2 Praise for Redemption and Providence..,, ...*.,,, 11
I Praise to God for our Redemption.,...........,o. 14
4 Praise for Mercies, spiritual arnd temporal......... 17
6 Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land 19
6 Praise for the Gornel .... ,.,,.,,,... ....... ,, 21
7 The Excellency of the Bible.., .................23
8 Praise to God for learning to Read, ,............** 26
9 The All-seeing God.....*.,...,*..,.... .. ....o.. 29
10 Solemn Thoughts of God and Death............, 31
11 Heaven and Iell.......,*.....,....... ........ 3
12 The Advantage of Early Religion................., 36
13 The Danger of Delay ........*. *,...........* 37
14 Examples of Early Piety....... ........ ...,.,, 3
15 Against Lying,................0..............,, 41
16 Against Quarrelling and Fighting.. ..........,.. 43
17 Love between Brothers and Sisters,.,...,,,....., 46
18 Against Scoffing and calling Names...........,... 47
19 Against Swearing and Cursing, &c ...., ..... ... 49
2) Against Idleness and Mischief. ..,.......,,.,.... 61
21 Against Evil Company.... ......... .,,, ..q....* 63
2 Against Pride in Clothes.. .. ,,...,,.....a........ 66
23 Obedience to Parents ....0*..6........ ...6....... i8
24 The Child's Complaint........0., .,.....,,..,... 60
26 A Morning Soatg..........i........,........u. Ge
M An Evening o................................ 6
27 A Hymn for the Lord's-Diy Morning*.........., 66
8 A HymnL for the Lord'a-Day Evening.............. 68
The Ten Conmnandments. and other small Pieces..... 60
A SLIGHT SPECIMEN OF
i The Bluggrd. ** ...............*....* .....,*.. i77
2 Innocent Play.... .... ........... ... ........... 80
3 The Rose............................ ....... 83
4 The Thief. .............. .. .. .... .. ...... ..... 89
B The Ant or Emmet....*............. ...... .. .... 87
6 Good Resolution...............9............. 90O
7 A Sumjer Evening......*..........a..... ....,...* 93
$ A Cradle Hymn................. ** *,*........*. *m
The Beggar's etition............, ....,,.......101
D IVINE SONGS
A general Song of Praise to God.
How glorious is our heavenly King,
Who reigns above the sky
How shall a child presume to sing
His dreadful Majesty ?
How great his power is, none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace;
Not man below, nor saints that dwell
On high before his face.
Not angels that stand round the Lord,
Can search his secret will;
But they perform his heavenly word
And sing his praises still.
Then let me join his holy train,
And my first offerings bring;
Th' eternal God will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.
My heart resolves, my tongue obeys,
And angels shall rejoice,
To hear their mighty Maker's praise
Sound from a feeble voice.
Praise for Creation and Providence.
b SING the Almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
'rhe sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filPd the earth with food:
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.
Lord, how thy wonders are displayed
Where'er I turn mine eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!
There's not a plant or flower below,
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow
By order from thy throne.
Creatures (as numerous as they he)
Are subject to thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there,
In heav'n he shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath I
'Tis on his earth I stand or move,
And 'tis his air I breathe.
His hand is my perpetual guard,
He keeps me with his eye:
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh ?
Praise to God for our Redemption.
BLEST be the wisdom and the pow'r,
The justice and the grace,
That joined in council to restore,
And save our ruined race.
Our father ate forbidden fruit,
And from his glory fell;
And we his children thus were brought
To death, and near to hell.
Blest be the Lord that sent his Son
To take our flesh and blood I
He for our lives gave up his own,
To make our peace with God.
He honour'd all his father's laws,
Which we have disobey'd;
He bore our sins upon the cross,
And our full ransom paid.
Behold him rising from the grave;
Behold him raised on high;
lie pleads his merit, there to save
Transgressors doom'd to die.
There on a glorious throne he reigns,
And by his pow'r divine,
Redeems us from the slavish chains
Of Satan and of sin.
Thence shall the Lord to judgment cor:e
And with a sovereign voice
Shall call, and break up ev'ry tomb,
While waking saints rejoice.
0 may I then with joy appear
Before the Judge's face;
And with the blest assembly there
Smg his redeeming grace.
Praise for Mercies Spiritual and Tempors
WHENEER I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me ?
Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God has given me more:
For I have food while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.
How many children in the street
Half naked I behold;
While I am cloth'd from head to feet,
And covered from the cold.
While some poor creatures scarce can tell
Where they may lay their head*
I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.
While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal:
Lord, I am taught thy name to fear
And do thy holy will.
Are these thy favours day by day
To me above the rest ?
Then let me love thee more taan they
And try to serve thee best.
Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Lad.
GREAT God, to thee my voice I raise,
To thee my youngest hours belong;
I would begin my life with praise,
Till growing years improve my song.
Tis to thy sovereign race I owe
That I was born on British ground;
Where streams of heavenly mercy flow,
And words of sweet salvation sound.
I would not change my native land
For rich Peru with all her gold;
A nobler prize lies in my hand,
Than east or western India hold.
How do I pity those that dwell
Where ignorance and darkness reign;
They know no heaven, they fear no hell,
Those endless joys, those endless pains.
Thy glorious promises, 0 Lord!
Kindle my hopes and my desire I
While all the preachers of thy word
Warn to escape eternal fire.
Thy praise shall still employ my breath,
Since thou hast marked my way to heav'n
Nor will I run the road to death,
And waste the blessings thou hast giv'n.
Praise for the GospeL
LORD, I ascribe it to thy grace,
And not to chance as others do
That I was born of Christian race,
And not a heathen or a Jew.
What would the ancient Jewish king,
And Jewish prophets once have giv'n,
Could they have heard those glorous things,
Which Christ revealed and brought from
How glad the heathens would have been,
That worshipped idols, wood, and stone
If they the book of God had seen,
Or Jesus and his gospel known.
Then if this gospel I refuse,
How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes I
For all the Gentiles and the Jews,
Against me will in judgment rise.
The Excellency of the Bible.
GREAT God, with wonder and with praise
On all thy works I look:
But still thy wisdom, pow'r, and grace,
Shine brightest in thy book.
The stars that in their courses roll,
Have much instruction giv'n;
But thy good word informs my soul
How I may climb to heav'n.
The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.
Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfied,
And hence my hopes arise.
Lord, make me understand thy law,
Show what my faults have been I
And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon of all my sins.
Here would I learn how Christ has died
To save my !oul from hell:
Not all the books on earth beside
Such heavenly wonders tell.
Then let me love my bible more,
And take a fresh delight
By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.
Praise to God for learning to Read.
THE praises of my tongue
I offer to the Lord,
That I was taught, and learnt so young
To read his holy word.
That I am brought to know
The danger I was in,
By nature and by practice too
A wretched slave to sin.
That I am led to see
I can do nothing well;
And whither shall a sinner flee
To save himself from hell
Dear Lord, this book of thine
Informs me where to go
For grace to pardon all my sin,
And make me holy too.
Here I can read, and learn
How Christ the Son of God,
Has undertook our great concern;
Our ransom cost his blood.
And now he reigns above, .
He sends his spirit down
To show the wonders of his love
And make his gospel known.
0 may that spirit teach,
And make my heart receive
Those truths which all thy servants preach
And all thy saints believe.
Then shall I praise the Lord
In a more cheerful strain,
That I was taught to read his word,
And have not learnt in vain.
The All-seeing God.
ALMInGTY God, thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night,
And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.
There's not a sin that we commit.
Nor wicked word we say
But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ
Against the judgment day.
And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and published there ?
Be all exposed before the Son,
While men and angels hear ?
Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lie;
Upward I dare not look;
Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from thy book.
Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt,
And let his blood wash out my stains.
And answer for my guilt.
0 may I now for ever fear
T' indulge a sinful thought,
Since the great God can see and hear,
And writes down every fault.
Solemn Thoughts of God and Death.
IIERE is a God, that reigns above,
Lord of the heavens, and earth, and sea
fear his wrath, I ask his love,
And with my lips I sing his praise.
There is a law which he has writ,
To teach us all what we must do;
My soul, to his commands submit,
For they are holy, just, and true.
There is a gospel of rich grace,
Whente sinners all their comforts draw
Lord, I repent and seek thy face,
For I have often broke thy law.
There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon 'twill come;
A thousand children young as I,
Are called by death to hear their doom.
Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled;
There's no repentance in the grave,
Nor pardon offered to the dead.
Just as the tree cut down, that fell
To north or southward, there it lies;
So man departs to heav'n or hell,
Flx'd in the state wherein he dies.
Heaven and HeI
THERE is beyond the sky
A heaven of joy and love,
And holy children when they die
Go to that world above.
There is a dreadful hell,
And everlasting pains;
There sinners must with devils dwell,
In darkness, fire, and chains.
Can such a wretch as I
Escape this cursed end ?
And may I hope whenever I die
I shall to heaven ascend ?
Then will I read and pray,
While I have life and breath;
Lest I should be cut off to-diay
And sent to eternal death.
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The Advantage of Early Religion.
HArPY the child whose tender years
Receive instructions well:
Who hates the sinner's path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.
When we devote our youth to God,
'Tis pleasing in his eyes;
A flower, when offered in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.
'Tis easier work if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
While sinners that grow old in sin
Are hardened in their crimes.
'Twill save us from a thousand snares,
To mind religion young:
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtue strong.
To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our childhood we resign;
'Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.
Let the sweet work of prayer and praise
Employ my youngest breath:
Thus I'm prepared for longer days.
Or fit for early death.
The Danger of Delay.
WHY should I say, Tis yet too soon,
To seek for heaven, or think of death !
A flower may fade before 'tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath.
If this rebellious heart of mine
Despise the gracious calls of heav'n,
I may be harden'd in my sin,
And never have repentance giv'n !
What if the Lord grow wroth and swear,
While I refuse to read and pray,
That he'll refuse to lend an ear
To all my groans another day I
What if his dreadful anger burn
While I refuse his offered grace,
And all his love to fury turn,
And strike me dead upon the place.
'Tis dangerous to provoke a God!
His pow'r and vengeance none can tell!
One stroke of his Almighty rod
Shall send young sinners quick to helL
Then 'twill for ever be in vain
To cry for pardon and for grace;
To wish I had my time again,
Or hope to see my Maker's face.
Examples of Early Piety.
WHAT blessed examples do I find
Writ in the word of truth,
Of children that began to mind
Religion in their youth I
Jesus, who reigns above the sky,
And keeps the world in awe,
Was once a child as young as I,
And kept his father's law.
At twelve years old he talked with men,
(The Jews all wondering stand)
Yet he obey'd his mother then,
And came at her command.
Children a sweet hosanna sung,
And blest their Saviour's name:
They gave him honour with their tongue,
While scribes and priests blaspheme.
Samuel, the child, was wean'd and brought
To wait upon the Lord;
Young Timothy betimes was taught
To know his holy word.
Then why should I so long delay
What others learnt so soon ?
would not pass another day
Without this work begun.
O 'ns a lovely thing for youth
To walk betimes in wisdom's way;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say.
But liars we can never trust,
Though they should speak the thing that's
And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Have we not known, nor heard, nor read,
How God abhors deceit and wrong?
How Ananias was struck dead,
Catch'd with a lie upon his tongue 7
So did his wife Sapphira die
When she came in, and grew so bold
As to confirm that wicked lie,
That just before, her husband told.
The Lord delights in them that speak
The words of truth; but every liar
Must have his portion in the lake
That burns with brimstone and with fire.
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Then let me always watch my lips,
Lest I be struck to death and hell,
Since God a book of reck'ning keeps
For every lie that children tell.
Against Quarreling and fighting.
LET dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature too.
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.
Let love through all your actions run,
And all your words be mild;
Live like the blessed virgin's Son,
That sweet and lovely child.
His soul was gentle as a lamb;
And as his stature grew,
He grew in favour both with man
And God his Father too.
Now Lord of all he reigns above,
And from his heavenly throne,
He sees what children dwell in love
And marks them for his own.
Iove between Brothers and Sisters.
WHATEVER brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home:
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet
Quarrels should never come.
Birds in their little nests agree:
And 'tis a shameful sight.
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Hard names at first, and threatening words,
That are but noisy breath,
May grow to clubs and naked swords,
To murder and to death.
The devil tempts one mother's son
To rage against another,
So wicked Cain was hurried on
Till he had kilPd his brother.
The wise will make their anger cool,
At least before 'tis night;
But in the bosom of a fool
It burns till morning light.
Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,
Our little brawls remove;
That as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love.
Against scoffing and calling Names.
OUR tongues were made to bless the Lord.
And not speak ill of men;
When others give a railing word
We must not rail again.
Cross words and angry names require
To be chastis'd at school;
And he's in danger of hell fire
That calls his brother, Fool.
But lips that dare be so profane,
To mock, and jeer, and scoff
At holy things or holy men,
The Lord shall cut them off.
When children in their wanton play.
Served old Elisha so,
And bid the prophet go his way,
Go up thou bald-head, go:"
God quickly stopped their wicked breath,
And sent two raging bears
That tore them limb from limb to deatn,
With blood, and groans, and tears.
Great God, how terrible art thou
To sinners e'er so young!
Grant me thy grace, and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue.
A unst Swearing and Cursing, and taking God'n Naiio
ANGELS, that high in glory dwell,
Adore thy name, Almighty God!
And devils tremble down in hell,
Beneath the terrours of thy rod,
And yet how wicked children dare,
Abuse thy dreadful glorious name,,
And when they're angry how they swear,
And curse their fellows, and blaspheme.
How will they stand before thy face,
Who treated thee with such disdain,
While thou shalt doom them to the place
Of everlasting fire and pain
Then never shall one cooling drop
To quench their burning tongues be given:
But I will praise thee here, and hope
Thus to employ my tongue in heav'n.
My heart shall be in pain to hear
Wretches affront the Lord above
'Tis that great God whose pow'r I fear;
That heavenly father whom I love.
If my companions grow profane,
I'll leave their friendship when I hear
Young sinners take thy name in vain,
And learn to curse and learn to swear.
Against Idleness and Mischief.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour, or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or works, or healthful play
Let my first years be past;
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
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Against evil Company.
WHY should I join with those in play
In whom I've no delight;
Who curse and swear, but never pray;
Who call ill names and fight?
I hate to hear a wanton song;
Their words offend mine ears;
I should not dare defile my tongue
With language such as theirs.
Away from fools I'll turn mine eyes
Nor with the scoffers go;
I would be walking with the wise,
That wiser I may grow.
From one rude boy that's us'd to mock,
They learn the wicked jest;
One sickly sheep infects the flock,
And poisons all the rest.
My God, I hate to walk, or dwell,
With sinful children here:
Then let me not be sent to hell,
Where none but sinners are.
Against Pride in Clothes.
WHY should our garments, made to hide
Our parent's shame, provoke our pride ?
The art of dress did ne5'r begin,
Till Eve, our mother, learnt to sin.
When first she put the covering on,
Her robe of innocence was gone;
And yet her children vainly boast
In the sad marks of glory lost.
How proud we are! how fond to show
Our clothes, and call them rich and new!
When the poor sheep and silk-worm wore
That very clothing long before.
The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I;
Let me be drest fine as I will,
Flies, worms, and flowers, exceed me stiL.
Then will I set my heart to find,
Inward adornings of the mind;
Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace,
These are the robes of richest dress.
No more shall worms with me compare
This is the raiment angels wear;
The Son of God, when here below,
Put on this blest apparel too.
It never fades, it ne'er grows old,
Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould,
It takes no spot, but still refines;
The more 'tis worn, the more it shines.
In this on earth should I appear,
Then go to heaven, and wear it there,
God will approve it in his sight;
'Tis his own work, and his delight.
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Obedience to Parents.
LET children that would fear the Lord,
Hear what their teachers say;
With rev'rence meet their parent's word,
And with delight obey.
Have you not heard what dreadful plagues
Are threatened by the Lord,
To him that breaks his father's law,
Or mocks his mother's word ?
What heavy guilt upon him lies
How cursed is his name
The ravens shall pick out his eyes,
And eagles eat the same.
But those who worship God, and give
Their parents honour due,
Here on this earth they long shall live,
And live hereafter too.
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WHY should I love my sports so well
So constant at my play,
And lose the thoughts of heav'a and iell,
And then forget to pray ?
What do I read my bible for,
But, Lord, to learn thy will ?
And shall I daily know thee more,
And less obey thee still?
How senseless is my heart, and wild
How vain are all my thoughts!
Pity the weakness of a child
And pardon all my faults.
Make me thy heavenly voice to hear
And let me love to pray,
Since God will lend a gracious ear
To what a child can say.
A Morning Song,
MY God, who makes the sun to know,
His proper hour to rise,
And, to give light to all below,
Doth send him round the skies
When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines:
So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day;
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.
Give me, O Lord! thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my dawv
Has all been spent in vain.
An Evri'nl g Song.
AND now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise;
My comforts every hour make known
His providence and grace.
But how my childhood runs to waste!
My sins how great their sum!
Lord, give me pardon for the past,
And strength for days to come.
I lay my body down to sleep,
Let angels guard my head,
And through the hours of darkness keep
Their watch around my bed.
With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
Since thou wilt not remove;
And in the morning let me rise
Rejoicing in thy love.
For the Lord's-Day Morning,
Tms is the day when Christ arose
So early from the dead;
rWhy should I keep my eye-lids closed
And waste my hours in bed'?
This is the day when Jesus broke
The power of death and hell;
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
And love my sins so well ?
To-day with pleasure Christians meet
To pray and hear thy word;
And I would go with cheerful feet
To learn thy will, O Lord!
I'll leave my sport, to read and pray,
And so prepare for heaven;
O may I love this blessed day,
The best of all the sev'n I
For the Lurd's-Day Evening.
Lonn, how delightful 'tis to see
A whole assembly worship thee
At once they sing, at once they pray
They hear of heaven, and learn the way.
I have been there, and still would go,
'Tis like a little heaven below;
Not all my pleasure and my play
Shall tempt me to forget this day.
0 write upon my memory, Lord!
The texts and doctrines of thy word;
That I may break thy laws no more,
But love thee better than before.
With thoughts of Christ, and things divine,
Fill up this foolish heart of mine;
That hoping pardon through his blood,
I may lie down and wake with God.
The Ten Commandments, out of the Old Testament, put
into short Rhyme for Children.
EXODUS, Chapter xx.
1. Thou shalt not have more gods but me
2. Before no idol bow thy knee.
3. Take not the name of God in vain.
4. Nor dare the sabbath-day profane.
5. Give both thy parents honour due.
6. Take heed that you no murder do.
7. Abstain from words and deeds unclean.
8. Nor steal, though thou art poor and mean.
9. Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it.
10. What is thy neighbour's, dare not covet
The Sum of the Commandments, out of the New
MATT. xxii. 37.
WITH all thy soul love God above,
And as thyself thy neighbour love.
Our Saviour's Golden Rule.
MATT. vii. 12.
BE thou to others kind and true;
As you'd have others be to you.
And neither do nor say to men,
Whatever you would not take again.
Duty to God and your Neighbour.
LOVE God with all your soul and strength,
With all your heart and mind:
And love your neighbour as yourself,
Be faithful, just, and kind.
Deal with another, as you'd have
Another deal with you;
What you're unwilling to receive,
Be sure you never do.
Out of my Book of HYMNS I have here added
the HOSANNA, and Glory to the FaTER, &c. to
be sung at the end of any of these Songs, ac-
cording to the direction of Parents or Gov-
The IIosanna; or, Salvation ascribed to Chrit.
HosANNA to king David's Son I
Who reigns on a superior throne;
We bless the Prince of heavenly birth,
Who brings Salvation down on earth.
Let ev'ry nation, ev'ry age,
In this delightful work engage;
Old men and babes in Sion sing
The growing glories If her King!
HOSANNA to the Prince of Grace.
Sion, behold thy King!
Proclaim the Son of David's race,
And teach the babes to sing.
Hosanna to th' eternal Word,
Who from the Father came;
Ascribe Salvation to the Lord,
With blessings on his name.
HOSANNA to the Son
Of David and of God,
Who brought the news of pardon down,
And bought it with his blood.
To Christ th' anointed King.
Be endless blessing given;
Let the whole earth his glory sing,
Who made our peace with heav'n.
Glory to the Father, and the Son, &c,
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, three in one;
Be honour, praise, and glory giv'n,
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 saints to love the Lord.
GIVE to the Father praise,
Give glory to the Son;
And to the Spirit of his gra-,
Be equal honour done.
Such f.' r wish some happy and condescending Genius
Would undertake e for the use of Children
and perform much better.
THE sense and subjects might be borrowed
plentifully from the Proverbs of Solomon; from
all the common appearances of nature; from all
occurrences in civil life, both in city and coun-
try (which would also afford matter for other
Divine Songs.) Here the language and mea-
sures should be easy and flowing with cheerful-
ness, with or without the solemnities of religion,
or the sacred names of God and holy things;
that children might find delight and profit to-
This would be one effectual way to deliver
them from the temptation of loving or learning
those idle, wanton, or profane songs, which give
so early an ill taint to the fancy and memory, .;:i
become the seeds of future vices.
Tis the voice of a Sluggard; I hear him
4" You have wak'd me too soon, I must slum-
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed,
Turns his sides and his shoulders and his
and a little
Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours
I passed by
gets up lhe
, or trifling
saw the wild
The thorn and the thistle grow broader
The clothes that hang on him are turning to
And his money still wastes till lie starves oi
I made him a visit, still hoping to find
That he took
better care for improving
He told me his dreams, talked of
But he scarce reads
his bible, and
Said I then to my heart,
That man's but a picture
But thanks to my
Who taught me betimes to love working and
ABROAD in the meadows to see the young
Run sporting about by the side ol theit
With fleeces so clean and so white;
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Or a nest of young doves in a large open
When they play all in love, without anger
How much we may learn from the sight t
If we had been ducks, we might dabble in
Or dogs, we might play till it ended in
So foul and so fierce are their natures
But Thomas and William, and such pretty
Should be cleanly and harmless as dove-s or
Those lovely sweet innocent creatures.
Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we
Should injure another in jesting or play;
For he's still in earnest that's hurt;
How rude are the boys
and mire !
that throw pebbles
There's none but a madman will fling about
you, "''Tis all but in sport."
How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful
the glory of April and May;
But the leaves are beginning to fade in an
And they wither and die in a day.
Yet the Rose
has one powerful
Above all the flowers of the field;
its leaves are all dead,
colours are lost,
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield I
So frail is the youth and the beauty of
Though they bloom and look gay like the
Time kills them as fast as he goes.
Then I'll not be proud
youth or my
Since both of them wither and fade:
a good name by
This will scent like a Rose when I'm dead.
WHY should I deprive my neighbour
Of his goods against his will?
Hands were made for honest labour
Not to plunder or to steal.
Tis a foolish self-deceiving,
By such tricks to hope for gain;
All that's ever got by thieving
Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain.
Have not Eve and Adam taught us
Their sad profit to compute?
To what dismal state they brought us
When they stole forbidden fruit 7
Oft we see a young beginner
Practise little pilfering ways,
Till grown up a hardened sinner;
Then the gallows ends his days.
Theft will not be always hidden,
Though we fancy none can spy;
When we take a thing forbidden,
God beholds it with his eye.
Guard my heart, 0 God of heaven,
Lest I covet what's not mine;
Lest I steal what is not giv'n,
Guard my heart and hands from sin.
The Ant or Emmet
ThESE Emmets how little they are in our
We tread them to dust, and a troop if them
Without our regard or concern
Yet, wise as we are if we went to their
There's many a sluggard, and many a fool,
Some lessons of wisdom might learn.
They don't wear their time out in sleeping
But gather up corn in a sun-shiny day,
And for winter they lay up their stores
They manage their work in such regular
One would think they foresaw all the frost
and the storms,
And so brought their food within doors.
4 But I have less sense than a poor creeping
If I take nut due care for the things I shall
Nor provide against dangers in rime
When death or old age shall stare in m)
What a wretch shall I be at the end of my
If I trifle away all their prime!
Now, now, while my strength and my youth
are in bloom,
Let me think what will serve me when sick-
ness shall come,
And pray that my sins be forgiven:
Let me read in good books, and believe, and
That when death turns me out of this cot
stage of clay,
I may dwell in a palace in heaven.
THnoUn I'm now in younger days,
Nor can tell what shall befall me,
I'll prepare for ev'ry place,
Where my growing age shall call me.
Should I e'er be rich or great,
Others shall partake my goodness;
I'll supply the poor with meat,
Never showing scorn or rudeness.
Where I see the blind or lame,
Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat them;
I deserve to feel the same,
If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them.
If I meet with railing tongues,
Why should I return them railing,
Since I best revenge my wrongs
By my patience never failing I
When I hear them telling lies,
Talking foolish, cursing, swearing;
First I'll try to make them wise,
Or I'll soon get out of hearing.
What though I be low and mean,
I'll engage the rich to love me,
Whilst I'm modest, neat, and clean,
And submit when they reprove me.
If I should be poor and sick,
I shall 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 easily offended;
What's amiss Ill strive to mend,
And endure what can't be mended.
May I be so watchful still
O'er my humours and my passion,
As to speak and do no ill,
Though it should be all the fashion.
Wicked fashions lead to hell;
Never may I be complying;
But in life behave so well,
Not to be afraid of dying.
A Summer Evening.
How fine has the day been, how bright a is
How lovely and joyful the course that he
Though he rose in a mist when his race he
And there followed some droppings of
But now the fair traveller's come to the
His rays are all gold, and his beauties are
He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his
And foretels a bright rising again.
Just such is the Christian; his course he
Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for
And melts into tears: then he breaks out
And travels his heavenly way:
But wnen he comes nearer to finish his
Like a fine setting sun he looks richer in
And gives a sure hope at the end of his
Of rising in brighter array.
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Some copies of the following HYMr having got
abroad already into several hands, the Author
has been persuaded to permit it to appear in
public, at the end of these SONas for CHILDREN
A Cradle Hiymn.
HuSH! my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
House and home, thy friends provide
All without thy care or payment-
All thy wants are well supplied.
How much better thou 'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be;
When from heaven he descended,
And became a child like thee I
Soft and easy is thy cradle;
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay:
When his birth-place was a stable,
And his softest bed was hay.
Blessed babe! what glorious features,
Spotless fair, divinely bright!
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