« FöregåendeFortsätt »
PRAISE TO GOD.-Dr. Watts..
How glorious is our heav'nly King,
Who reigns above the sky!
His dreadful Majesty ?
How great His pow'r is, none can tell,.
Nor think how large His grace; Not n below, nor saints that dwell
On high before His face.
Can search His secret will:
And sing His praises still.
And my first off 'rings bring;
To hear an infant sing.
And angels shall rejoice
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
Yet God has given me more;
Or beg from door to door,
Half naked I behold;
And cover'd from the cold!
While some poor wretches scarce can tell,
Where they may lay their head,
And rest upon my bed.
And curse, and lie, and steal,
And do Thy holy will.
To me above the rest?
And try to serve Thee beste
THE ALL-SEEING GOD.-Dr: Watts:
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,
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
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
stains, And answer for my guilt.
I now for ever fear
And writes down ev'ry fault.
THE LORD'S DAY.-Dr. Watts.
This is the day when CHRIST arose
So early from the dead;
And waste my hours in bed ?
The pow'r of death and hell;
And love my sins so well?
To pray, and hear the word:
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,
While impious men despise the sage decree,
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 shall end.
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.