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YOUTH, when devoted to the LORD,
Is pleasing in His eyes;
Is no vain sacrifice.
'Tis easier far if we begin
To fear the LORD betimes ;
Are harden'd by their crimes.
It saves us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young ; Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtues strong.
To Thee, Almighty God, to Thee
Our hearts we now resign; 'T will please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were Thine.
WHEN God first clothed the earth with green,
And sprinkled it with flowers, There were no living creatures seen
Within its pleasant bowers.
Soon by His word God filled the earth,
And waters underneath,
That feel, and move, and breathe.
The fishes, covered o'er with scales,
In ocean swiftly glide;
Scatter the waters wide,
The birds among the branches sing,
And chief the nightingale;
The dove does softly wail.
Insects with humming fill the air,
And sparkle in the sun ; The butterfly by colors fair
Surpasses every one.
The beasts tread firmly on the ground;
The goat has nimble feet; The stag 's with branching antlers crowned;
The lamb 's most soft and sweet.
Pleasure the whole creation fills:
They leap, they swim, they fly; They skim the plains, they climb the hills,
Or in the valleys lie.
With herbs for food the LORD provides
His numerous family;
The dove and hawk agree.
In all the woods no sounds of strife,
Or piteous moans arise ;
And none expiring lies.
These happy days, alas, are past,
And death has entered here: Why did they not forever last;
And when did death appear?
MY MOTHER'S BIBLE.
MY MOTHER'S BIBLE.
This book is all that's left me now,
Tears will unbidden start-
I press it to my heart.
Here is our family tree;
She, dying, gave it me.
Ah! well do I remember those
Whose names these records bear-
After the evening prayer,
In tones my heart would thrill ;
Here are they living still.
My father read this holy Book
To brothers, sisters dear:
Who loved God's Word to hear !
What thronging memories come! Again that little group is met
Within the halls of home.
Thou truest friend man ever knew,
Thy constancy I've tried ;
My counsellor and guide !
That could this volume buy;
It taught me how to die.
How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,
When those who love the LORD, In one another's peace delight,
And so fulfil His word!
O may we feel each brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part;
And joy from heart to heart.
Free us from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes fix above;
And show a brother's love.