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PRAISE TO GOD.—Dr. Watts.
How glorious is our heav'nly King,
How shall a child presume to sing
How great His pow'r is, none can tell,
Not men below, nor saints that dwell
Not angels that stand round the Lond
But they perform His heav'nly word,
Then let me join this holy train,
Th’ eternal God will not disdain
My heart resolves, my tongue obeys,
To hear their mighty Maker's praise
PRAISE FOR MERCIES.-Dr. Watts.
WHENE’ER I take my walks abroad,
What shall I render to my God,
Not more than others I deserve,
For I have food, while others starve,
How many children, in the street,
While I am cloth'd from head to feet,
While some poor wretches scarce can tell,
While others early learn to swear,
LoRD, I am taught Thy Name to fear,
Are these Thy mercies, day by day,
THE ALL-SEEING GOD.—Dr. Watis.
ALMIGHTY God, Thy piercing eye
And our most secret actions lie
There's not a sin that we commit,.
But in Tby dreadful book 'tis writ,
And must the crimes that I have done
Be all expos'd before the sun,
LoRD, at Thy feet asham'd I lie;
Pardon my sins before I die,
Remember all the dying pains
And let His blood wash out my stains,
O may I now for ever fear
Since the great GoD can see and hear,
THE LORD’S DAY. —Dr. Watts.
This is the day when CHRIST arose
Why should I keep my eye-lids clos'd,
This is the day when Jesus broke
And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
To-day with pleasure Christians meet,
And I would go with willing feet
I'll leave my sports to read and pray,
O may I love this blessed day,
THE SABBATH.-Rev. Wm. Mason.
AGAIN returns the day of holy rest,
While impious men despise the sage decree,
Receive with gratitude, perform with zeal.
Let us devote this consecrated day
So shall the God of mercy pleas'd receive
Father of Heaven! in whom our hopes confide,
Soon will the evening star, with silver ray, Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day; Resume we then, ere sleep and silence reign, The rites that holiness and Heaven ordain.