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But liars we can never trust,

Though they should speak the thing that 's true;

And he that does one fault at first,
Why should I say, “ 'Tis yet too soon

And lies to hide it, makes it two,
To seek for Heaven, or think of death?”
A flower may fade before 'tis noon,

Have we not known, nor heard, nor read,

How God abhors deceit and wrong? And I this day may lose my breath.

How Ananias was struck dead, If this rebellious heart of mine

Catch'd with a lie upon his tongue ? Despise the gracious calls of Heaven,

So did his wife Saphira die, I may be harden'd in my sin,

When she came in, and grew so bold And never have repentance given.

As to confirm that wicked lie What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear,

That just before her husband told. While I refuse to read and pray,

The Lord delights in them that speak That he'll refuse to lend an ear

The words of truth; but every liar To all my groans another day?

Must have bis portion in the lake
What if his dreadful anger burn,

That burns with brimstone and with fire,
While I refuse his offer'd grace,
And all his love to fury turn,

Then let me always watch my lips,
And strike me dead upon the place?

Lest I be struck to death and Hell,

Since God a book of reckoning keeps 'Tis dangerous to provoke a God!

For every lie that children tell.
His power and vengeance none can tell;
One stroke of his Almighty rod
Shall send young sinners quick to Hell.
Then 'twill for ever be in vain

To cry for pardon and for grace;
To wish I had my time again,

AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING. Or hope to see my Maker's face.

Let dogs delight to bark and bite,

For God hath made them so;

Let bears and lions growl and fight,

For 'tis their nature too.
EXAMPLES OF EARLY PIETY. But, children, you should never let
What bless'd examples do I find

Such angry passions rise;

Your little hands were never made
Writ in the word of truth,

To tear each other's eyes.
Of children that began to mind
Religion in their youth !

Let love through all your actions run,

And all your words be mild ; Jesus, who reigns above the sky

Live like the blessed Virgin's son,
And keeps the world in awe,

That sweet and lovely child.
Was once a child as young as I,
And kept his Father's law.

His soul was gentle as a lamb;
At twelve years old he talk'd with men,

And as his stature grew, (The Jews all wondering stand)

He grew in favour both with man,

And God his Father too.
Yet he obey'd his mother then,
And came at her command.

Now Lord of All he reigns above,
Children a sweet hosanna sung,

And from his heavenly throne And bless'd their Saviour's name;

He sees what children dwell in love,
They gave him honour with their tongue,

And marks them for his own.
While scribes and priests blaspheme.
Samuel the child was wean'd, and brought
To wait upon the Lord;

Young Timothy betimes was taught

LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS AND To know his holy word.

Then why should I so long delay
What others learn'd so soon?

HATEVER brawls disturb the street,
I would not pass another day

There should be peace at home; Without this work begun.

Where sisters dwell and brothers meet,

Quarrels should never come.

Birds in their little nests agree;

And 'tis a shameful sight,

When children of one family

Fall out, and chide, and fight.
O'tis a lovely thing for youth

Hard names at first, and threatening words, To walk betimes in wisdom's way;

'That are but noisy breath, To fear a lie, to speak the truth,

May grow to clubs and naked swords, That we may trust to all they say.

To murder and to death.


The Devil tempts one mother's son

My heart shall be in pain to hear To rage against another;

Wretches affront the Lord above; So wicked Cain was hurried on

'Tis that great God whose power I fear; Till he had kill'd his brother.

That heavenly Father whom I love. The wise will make their anger cool

If my companions grow profane, At least before 'tis night;

I'll leave their friendship, when I hear But in the bosom of a fool

Young sinners take thy name in vain, It burns till morning light.

And learn to curse, and learn to swear. Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,

Our little brawls remove; That, as we grow to riper age,

SONG XX. Our hearts may all be love.



Our tongues were made to bless the Lord,

And not speak ill of men;
When others give a railing word,

We must not rail again.
Cross words and angry names require

To be chastis'd at school;
And he's in danger of hell fire,

That calls his brother fool, But lips that dare be so profane,

To mock and jeer and scoff At holy things or holy men,

The Lord shall cut them off.
When children in their wanton play

Ser'd old Elisha so;
And bid the prophet go his way,

“Go up, thou bald-head, go,"
God quickly stopp'd their wicked breath,

And sent two raging bears,
That tore them limb from limb to death,

With blood apd groans and tears.
Great God, how terrible art thou

To sinners e'er so young!
Grant me thy grace, and teach me how

To tame and rule my tongue.

How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower!
How skilfully she builds her cell !

How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it' well

With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour, or of skill,

would be busy too ;
For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first years be past,
That I may give for every day

Some good account at last,

Why should I join with those in play,

In whom I 've no delight;
Who curse and swear, but never pray;

Who call ill names and fight?
I hate to hear a wanton song,

Their words offend mine ears;
I should not dare defile my tongue

With language such as theirs.
Away from fools I'll turn mine eyes,

Nor with the scoffers go;
I would be walking with the wise,

That wiser I may grow.
From one rude buy that us'd to mock,

They learn the wicked jest:
One sickly sheep infects the flock,

And poisons all the rest.
My God, I hate to walk, or dwell

With siuful children here;
Then let me not be sent to Hell,

Where none but sinners are.



TAKING GOD'S NAME IN VAIN. ANGELS, that high in glory dwell,

Adore thy name, Almighty God! And devils tremble down in Hell,

Beneath the terrours of thy rod.
And yet how wicked children dare

Abuse thy dreadful glorious name!
And when they 're angry, how they swear,

And curse their fellows and blaspheme!
How will they stand before thy face,

Who treated thee with such disdain, While thou shalt doom them to the place

Of everlasting fire and pain?, Then never shall one cooling drop

To quench their burning tongues be given; But I will praise thee here, and hope

Thus to employ my tongue in Heaven.


Why should our garments, made to hide
Our parents' shaine, provoke our pride?
The art of dress did ne'er begin,
Till Eve, our mother, learn’d to sin.

When first she put her covering on,

How senseless is my heart, and wild ! Her robe of innocence was gone;

How vain are all my thoughts! And yet her children rainly boast

Pity the weakness of a child, In the sad marks of glory lost.

And pardon all my faults ! How proud we are ! bow fond to shew

Make me thy heavenly voice to hear, Our clothes, and call them rich and new!

And let me love to pray; Wben the poor sheep and silk-worm wore

Since God wil lend a gracious ear
That very clothing long before.

Ta what a child can say.
The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer cats tban l;
Let ne be dress'd finc as I will,

Flies, worms and fowers, exceed ine stil,
Then will I set my heart to find

A MORNING SONG. Inward adornings of the mind ;

My God, who makes the Sun to know Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace,

His proper hour to rise, These are he robes of richest dress.

And to give light to all below, No more shall worms with me compare;

Doth send bim round the skies. This is the rainent angels wear ;

When from the chambers of the East, The Son of God, when here below,

His morning race begins, Put on this blest apparel too.

He never tires, nor stops to rest ; It never fades, it ne'er grows old,

But round the world he shines, Nor fears the rain, nor imoth, nor mould:

So, like the Sun, would I fulfil It takes no sot, but still refines;

The business of the day ; The more 'tis worn, the more it shines.

Begin my work betimes, and still In this on Earth should I appear;

March on my heavenly way. Then go to Heaven and wear it there ;

Give me, Lord, thy early grace, God will approve it in his sight;

Nor let my soul complain Tis his own work, and his delight.

That the young morning of my days

Has all been spent in vain.


Ler children that would fear the Lord

Hear what their teachers say;
With reverence meet their parents' word,

And with delight obey.
Hare you not heard what dreadful plagres

Are threaten'd by the Lord,
To him that breaks his father's law,

Or mocks his mother's word?
What heavy guilt upon him lies!

How cursed is his name!
The ravens shall pick out his eyes,

And eagles eat the same.
But those who worship God, and give

Their parents honour due,
Here on this Earth they long shall live,

And live hereafter too.


And now another day is gone,

I'll sing my Makcr's praise;
My coin forts every hour make known

His providence and grace.
Bit how my childhood runs to waste !

My sins how great their sum !
Lord, give me pardon for the past,

And strength for days to come.
I lay my body down to sleep;

Let angels guard my head,
And through the hours of darkness keen

Their watch around my bed.
With cheerful heart I close my eyes,

Since thou wilt not remove;
And in the morning let me rise

Rejoicing in thy love,


Why should I love my sport so well,

So constant at my play,
And lose the thonghts of Heaven and Hell;

Aad then forget to pray?
What do I read my Bible for,

But, Lord, to learn thy will? Ard shall I daily know thee more,

And less obey tbce still?

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?
This is the day when Jesus broke

The power of Death and Hell;
| And shall I still wear Satan's yoke,
| And love my sins so well?


To-day with pleasure Christians meet,

DUTY TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOUR To pray and hear the word:

Love God with all your soul and strength,
And I would go with cheerful feet
To learn thy will, O Lord.

With all your heart and mind:

And love your neighbour as yourself,
I'll leave my sport, to read and pray,

Be faithful, just and kind.
And so prepare for Heaven:
O may I love this blessed day

Deal with another, as you 'd bave
The best of all the seven!

Another deal with you;
What you 're unwilling to receive,

Be sure you never do.

[Out of my Book of Hymns I have here added the

Hosanna, and Glory to the Father, &c. to be sung at the end of any of these Songs, according to the direction of parents or governors.)



LORD, how delightful 't is to see
A whole assembly worship thee!
At once they sing, at once they pray;
They hear of Heaven, and learn the way.
I have been there, and still would go :
'Tis like a little Heaven below:
Not all my pleasure and my play
Shall tempt me to forget this day.
O write upon my memory, Lord,
The texts and doctrines of thy word;
That I may break thy laws no more,
But love thee better than before.
With thoughts of Christ and things divine
Fill up this foolish heart of mine;
That, hoping pardon through his blood,
I may lie down, and wake with God.

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THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, OUT OF THE Hosanna to the Prince of Grace;

Sion, behold thy King!

Proclaim the Son of David's race,

And teach the babes to sing.

Hosanna to th' eternal Word,
Exodus, Chap. XX.

Who from the Father came; 1. Thou shalt have no more Gods but me.

Ascribe salvation to the Lord, 2. Before no idol bow thy knee.

With blessings on his name. 3. Take not the name of God in vain. 4. Nor dare the sabbath-day profane.

SHORT METRE. 5. Give both thy parents honour due.

Hosanna to the Son 6. Take heed that thou no murder do.

Of David and of God, 7. Abstain from words and deeds unclean.

Whu brought the news of pardon down, 8. Nor steal, though thou art poor and mean.

And bought it with his bloud. 9. Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it. 10. What is thy neighbour's dare not covet.

To Christ, th' anointed King,

Be endless blessings given;
Let the whole Earth bis glory sing,

Who made our peace with Heaven.
Matthew xxii. 37.

With all thy soul love God above,
And as tbyself thy neighbour love.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in Onc;
Be bunour, praise and glory given,

Py all on Earth, and all in Heaven.
Matthew vii. 12.

Be you to others kind and true,

Now let the Father and the Son, As you'd have others be to you;

And Spirit, be ador'd, And neither do nor say to men

Where there are works to make him known Whate'er you would not take again.

Or saipts to love the Lord,


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