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DIVINE -AND MORAL SONGS.
"Great God, to Thee my voice I raise."
DIVINE AND MORAL
REV. ISAAC WATTS, D.D.
a rWe llustrateD Etition.
FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.
BEDFORD STREET, COVENT GARDEN.
NEW YORK: SCRIBNER, WELFORD, AND CO.
C. \IDEN PRESS, N.W.
A General Song of Praise to God 1
Praise for Creation and Providence . 3
Praise to God for our Redemption . 6
Praise for Mercies Spiritual and Temporal . 9
Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land 12
Praise for the Gospel . . . 15
The Excellency of the Bible 17
Praise to God for Learning to Read 20
The All-seeing God 23
Solemn Thoughts of God and Death 2
Heaven and Hell. 29
The Advantages of Early Religion . 31
The Danger of Delay . 34
Examples of Early Piety 37
Against Lying . 39
Against Quarrelling and Fighting . 42
Love between Brothers and Sisters . 44
Against Scoffing and Calling Names . 47
Against Swearing, Cursing, and taking God's Name in Vain 50
Against Idleness and Mischief . . . 53
Against Evil Company 55
Against Pride in Clothes . 57
Obedience to Parents . 60
The Child's Complaint 62
A Morning Song 64
An Evening Song 66
For the Lord's Day Morning . 68
For the Lord's Day Evening . 70
The Ten Commandments 72
The Sum of the Commandments, out of the New Testament 73
Our Saviour's Golden Rule 74
Duty to God and our Neighbour 75
The Hosanna; or, Salvation ascribed to Christ . . 76
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, &c. . 78
The Cradle Hymn o 79
The Sluggard 83
Innocent Play 86
The Rose 88
The Thief 90
The Ant, or Emmet ., 92
Good Resolutions ... 95
A Summer Evening o . . 98
' 1S the voice of the sluggard; I heard
"You have waked me too soon, I must
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed
Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his
" A little more sleep, and a little more
Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours
And when he gets up, he sits folding his
Or walks about saunt'ring, or trifling he
I pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier,
The thorn, and the thistle grow broader and
The clothes that hang on him are turning to
And his money still wastes, till he starves
or he begs.
I made him a visit, still hoping to find
He had took better care for improving his
He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and
But he scarce reads his Bible, and never
Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson
This man's but a picture of what I might be;
But thanks to my friends for their care in
Who taught me betimes to love working
ABROAD in the meadows, to see the
Run sporting about by the side of their dams,
With fleeces so clean and so white;
Or a nest of young doves, in a large open cage,
When they play all in love, without anger
How much may we learn from the sight!
If we had been ducks, we might dabble in
Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood;
So foul and so fierce are their natures:
But Thomas and William, and such pretty
Should be cleanly and harmless as doves 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 that throw pebbles
There's none but a madman will fling about
And tell you, "'T is 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.
MORAL SONGS. 89
Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to
Above all the flowers of the field:
When its leaves are all dead, and fine
colours are lost,
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!
So frail is the youth and beauty of men,
Though they bloom and look gay like a
But all our fond care to preserve them is
Time kills them as fast as he goes.
Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my
Since both of them wither and fade;
But gain a good name by well doing my
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.
'T is 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 ?
Oft we see a young beginner
Practise little pilfering ways,
Till grown up a harden'd 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 take what is not given,
Guard my heart and hands from sin.
The Ant, or Emmet.
T HESE emmets, how little they are in
We tread them to dust, and a troop of
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 wear not their time out in sleeping
But gather up corn on a sunshiny 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.
But I have less sense than a poor creeping
If I take not good care of the things I
Nor provide against dangers in time;
When death or old age shall once stare in
What a wretch shall I be in 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 shall serve me when
sickness shall come,
And pray that my sins be forgiven:
Let me read in good books, and believe,
That when death turns me out of this
cottage of clay,
I may dwell in a palace in heaven.
T HOUGH I 'm now in younger days,
Nor can tell what shall befall me,
I'll prepare for every 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 their railing ?
Since I best revenge my wrongs,
By my patience never failing.
When I hear them telling lies,
Talking foolish, cursing, swearing;
First I 'll strive to make them wise,
Or I '11 soon go out of hearing.
What though I be low and mean,
I 'll engage the rich to love me;
While 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 I '1 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,
Ne'er may I be found complying;
But in life behave so well,
Not to be afraid of dying.
HOW fine has the day been! How
bright was the sun !
How lovely and joyful the course that he
Though he rose in a mist when his race lie
And there followed some droppings of
MORAL SONGS. 99
But now the fair traveller comes to the west,
His rays are all gold, and Ills beauties are
He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his
And foretells a bright rising again.
Just such is the Chlristian: his course he
Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for
And melts into tears; then lie breaks out
And travels his heavenly way:
But when he comes nearer to finish his race,
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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