But, For 'tis their nature too. you should never let Such angry passions rise, Your little were never made Let Dogs delight to bark and bite, But, Children, you should never let, Your little Hands were never made A MORNING SONG. And to give light to all below Dost send him round the skies; AN EVENING SONG. I'll sing my Maker's praise, My comforts every hour make known, His providence and grace. ? But how my childhood runs to waste, Let angels guard my head, And through the hours of darkness keep Since thou wilt not remove, A general SONG of PRAISE to GOD. How great his pow'r is none can tell, Nor angels that stand round the Lord, My heart resolves, my Tongue obeys, To hear their mighty Maker's Praise GRACE before MEAT. Sanctify, O Lord, we beseech thee, these thy creatures to our use, and us to thy service, for Christ's take. Amen. |