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PRAISE TO GOD.—Dr. Watts.

How glorious is our heav'nly King,
Who reigns above the sky!

How shall a child presume to sing
His dreadful Majesty 2

How great His pow'r is, none can tell,
Northink how large His grace;

Not men below, nor saints that dwell
On high before His face.

Not angels that stand round the Lond
Can search His secret will:

But they perform His heav'nly word,
And sing His praises still.

Then let me join this holy train,
And my first off'rings bring;

Th’ eternal God will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.

My heart resolves, my tongue obeys,
And angels shall rejoice

To hear their mighty Maker's praise
Sound from a feeble voice.

PRAISE FOR MERCIES.-Dr. Watts.

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 given 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 wretches 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 mercies, day by day,
To me above the rest?
Then let me love Thee more than they,
And try to serve Thee best.

THE ALL-SEEING GOD.—Dr. Watis.

ALMIGHTY God, Thy piercing eye
Strikes thro' the shades of night,

And our most secret actions lie
All open to Thy sight.

There's not a sin that we commit,.
Nor wicked word we say,

But in Tby dreadful book 'tis writ,
Against the judgment-day.

And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there *

Be all expos'd before the sun,
While men and angels hear?

LoRD, at Thy feet asham'd I lie;
Upward I dare not look;

Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from Thy book.

Remember all the dying pains
That my RedEEMER felt,

And let His blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.

O may I now for ever fear
T” indulge a sinful thought,

Since the great GoD can see and hear,
And writes down ev'ry fault.

THE LORD’S DAY. —Dr. Watts.

This is the day when CHRIST arose
So early from the dead;

Why should I keep my eye-lids clos'd,
And waste my hours in bed 2

This is the day when Jesus broke
The pow'r of death and hell;

And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
And love my sins so well?

To-day with pleasure Christians meet,
To pray, and hear the word:

And I would go with willing feet
To learn Thy will, O Lord!

I'll leave my sports to read and pray,
And so prepare for heaven;

O may I love this blessed day,
The best of all the seven

THE SABBATH.-Rev. Wm. Mason.

AGAIN returns the day of holy rest,
Which when He made the world Jehovah blest;
When like his own he bade our labours cease,
And all be piety, and all be peace. .

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While impious men despise the sage decree,
From “vain deceit, and false philosophy,”
Let us its wisdom own, its blessings feel,

Receive with gratitude, perform with zeal.

Let us devote this consecrated day
To learn His will, and all we learn obey;
In pure religion's hallow'd duties share,
And join in penitence, and join in prayer.

So shall the God of mercy pleas'd receive
That only tribute man has power to give;
So shall He hear, while fervently we raise
Qur choral harmony in hymns of praise.

CHORUS.

Father of Heaven! in whom our hopes confide,
Whose pow'r defends us, and whose precepts
guide;
In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend,
Glory supreme be Thine, till time shal) end.

EVENING.

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.

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