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Almighty babe Behold betimes Bible bless your store blest blood breath CALLING ILL NAMES child Christ creatures curse danger dare days are dwindled death delight DIVINE SONGS door dreadful dwell e'er earth ev'ry eyes Father Father's law fear flow'r forbidden fruit fulfil The business giv'n give glorious glory gospel known grace grow harden'd hear heart heav'n will bless heav'nly holy word hope Hosanna hour Jews let me love limbs have borne LONG METRE Lord mind Religion mock MORAL SONGS ne'er never offer'd pardon parents honour due Pity the sorrows play poor pow'r profane read and pray Redeemer reigns rise salvation Satan shines SHORT METRE shortest span sing his praise sins SLIGHT SPECIMEN sluggard sonnets soul SPECIMEN OF MORAL swear sweet taught tell TESTAMENT thee There's thou throne thy law thy name thy word tongue Twill wicked wretch Young sinners youth
66 ページ - 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. Soft and easy is thy cradle; Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay: When His birthplace was a stable, And His softest...
68 ページ - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door. Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh ! give relief and heaven will bless your store.
27 ページ - Twill save us from a thousand snares To mind religion young; Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtue strong.
38 ページ - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
16 ページ - WHENE'ER 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 hath given me more ; For I have food while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
65 ページ - Just such is the Christian ; his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array.
65 ページ - 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.
38 ページ - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.