Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty,
Since both of them wither and fade;

But gain a good name by well doing my duty;
This will scent like a rose when I'm dead.

HYMN ON CREATION.

66
Tune, Cambridge."

God made the sky that looks so blue,
God made the grass so green,

God made the flow'rs that smell so sweet,

In pretty colours seen.

God made the sun that shines so bright,

And gladdens all I see;

It comes to give us heat and light,

How thankful should we be!

God made the pretty bird to fly,

How sweetly has she sung;
And tho' she soars so very high,
She won't forget her young.

God made the cow to give nice milk,

The horse, for me to use;

I'll treat them kindly for his sake,

Nor dare his gifts abuse.

God made the water for my drink,
God made the fish to swim,

God made the trees to bear nice fruit,
O how should I love Him!

While angels praise thy gracious name,

And Holy! Holy! cry;

May little children do the same,
And raise their songs on high!

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They may, to Samuel thou didst speak,
And mark him as thy own;

They may,-for thou hast bid them seek
For mercy, through thy Son.

And King Josiah, in his youth,
Was early taught by Thee,

To fear thy name,-to love thy truth,
And ev'ry sin to flee.

Nor can'st thou change,-still, still thou art
The helpless infant's friend;
Oh, I would give Thee all my heart,

And on thy grace depend.

And now, O God, to Thee I cry,

Form, form my soul anew;

The Saviour's cleansing blood apply,

And all my heart subdue.

PRAISE TO GOD FOR CREATION AND PROVIDENCE.

Tune, "Devizes."

I sing th' almighty pow'r of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies!

I sing the wisdom that ordain'd
The 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 fill'd the earth with food;

He form'd the creatures with his word,
And then pronounc'd them good.

Lord, how thy wonders are display'd,
Where'er I turn mine eye!

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

There's not a plant, or flow'r below,

But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

Creatures (as num'rous as they be)
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!

'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!

ON THE GREATNESS OF GOD,

AND THE SIN OF OFFENDING HIM.

Tune," Carey."

'Twas God who made the earth and skies;
Great are the wonders of his hand :
He is more glorious, good, and wise,
Than any child can understand.

Bright angels bow before his face,

And saints stand waiting round his throne,
And in that holy, happy place,

No sinful thoughts or words are known.
Then how can naughty children dare,
To take God's name in vain for nought!
Though all the saints and angels there
Would tremble at the very thought!

Oh let us still with care abstain
From such a very wicked thing!
Nor let a word or thought profane
Offend this great and glorious King.
We ought to speak with humble fear,
Whenever we kneel down to pray;
His holy word with rev'rence hear,
And never break the Sabbath-day.
But as there will be much amiss,
Whatever care and pains we take,
We'll beg the Lord to pardon this,
And hear our prayers for Jesus' sake.

PRAISE TO GOD

FOR MERCIES TEMPORAL AND SPIRITUAL.

Tune, "Condescension."

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 has giv'n 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 cover'd from the cold!

While some poor people 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 than they,
And try to serve thee best.

PRAISE TO GOD FOR REDEMPTION.
Tune," Handel."

Lord, when we creation scan,
What thy pow'r has done for man,
Lord, our conscious tongues agree,
How much man must owe to Thee.

Ev'ry note that cheers the vale,
Ev'ry sweet that scents the gale,
Ev'ry blooming flower we see,
Tells that joy we owe to Thee.

Ev'ry breath that heaves the breast,
Ev'ry sound by voice express'd,
Ev'ry thought the mind sets free,
Tells that life we owe to Thee.
But when we redemption view,
Gaze on what thy love could do,
Lord, our grateful hearts agree,
How much more we owe to Thee.

PRAISE TO GOD

FOR BIRTH AND EDUCATION IN A CHRISTIAN LAND.

Tune, "Morning Hymn.”

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 the song.

'Tis to thy sov'reign grace I owe

That I was born on British ground,
Where streams of heav'nly mercy flow,
And words of sweet salvation sound.

How do I pity those that dwell

Where ignorance or darkness reigns;
They know no heav'n, they fear no hell,
Those endless joys, those endless pains.

Thy glorious promises, O Lord,
Kindle my hopes and my desire;
While all the preachers of thy word
Warn me to 'scape eternal fire.

Thy praise shall still employ my breath,
Since thou hast mark'd my way to heav'n;
Nor will I run the road to death,

And waste the blessings thou hast giv'n.

PRAISE TO GOD FOR LEARNING TO READ. Tune, "Shirland."

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,
Did undertake 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.

God reigns in glory, and on high
Sits in his throne of majesty ;
Yet from that glorious throne He bends,
And even to a child attends.

Asleep, awake, by night, by day,
When at my lessons or my play;
Although the Lord I cannot see,
His eye is always fix'd on me.
When on the wicked God looks down,
How very dreadful is his frown!
But He regards with great delight

All those who live as in his sight.