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But,

For 'tis their nature too.

you should never let Such angry passions rise,

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Your little

were never

made

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.

But, Children, you should never let,
Such angry passions rise,

Your little Hands were never made

A MORNING SONG.
MY God, who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise,

And to give light to all below

Dost send him round the skies;
When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines.
So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day,
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.
Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain,
That the young morning of my days
Has all been spent in vain.

AN EVENING SONG.
AND now another day is gone,

I'll sing my Maker's praise, My comforts every hour make known,

His providence and grace.

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But 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 keep
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.

A general SONG of PRAISE to GOD.
How glorious is our Heavenly King
Who reigns above the sky;
How shall a child presume to sing
His awful Majesty ?

How great his pow'r is none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace:
Not Man below, nor Saints that dwell
On high before his Face,

Nor angels that stand round the Lord,
Can search his sacred will,
But they perform his heav'nly Word,
And sing his Praises still.
Then let me join this holy train,
And my first offerings 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.

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.

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