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Wicked fashions lead to hell;

Ne'er may I be found complying ; But in life behave so well,

Not to be afraid of dying.


How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun,

How lovely and joyful the course that he run, Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,

And there follow'd some droppings of rain ! But now the fair traveller 's come to the West, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the sky gay as he finks to his rest,

And foretels a bright rising again.
Just such is the christian : His course he begins,
Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his fins,
And melts into tears: Then he breaks out and thines,

And travels his heavenly way :
But when he comes nearer to finish his race,
Like a fine setting fun he looks richer in grace,
And gives a sure hope at the end of his days

of rising in brighter array.



Some Copies of the following Hymn having got

abroad already into several Hands, the Author has been persuaded to permit it to appear in Public, at the End of these Songs for Chil. dren.


HUSH! my dear, lie fill and flumber,

Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number

Gently falling on thy head.
Sleep, my babe ; thy food and raiment,

House and home thy friends provide ;
All without thy care or payment,

All thy wants are well supply'd. How much better thou 'rt attended

Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven he descended,

And became a child like thee? Soft and easy is thy cradle :

Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay: When his birth-place was a stable,

And his softest bed was hay, Blessed babe! what glorious features,

Spotless fair, divinely bright! Muit he dwell with brutal creatures !

How could angels bear the fight?



Was there nothing but a manger

Cursed sinners could afford,
To receive the heavenly stranger!

Did they thus affront their Lord ?
Soft my child; I did not chide thee,
Though my song might found too hard ;

* Mother 'Tis thy

fits beside thee,
Nurse that
And her arms shall be thy guard.
Yet to read the Mameful story,

How the Jews abus’d their King,
How they serv’d the Lord of glory,

Makes me angry while I fing.
See the kinder shepherds round him,

Telling wonders from the sky !
Where they fought him, there they found him,

With his Virgin Mother by.
See the lovely babe a-dressing ;

Lovely infant, how he fmil'd! When he wept, the Mother's blessing

Sooth'd and hushid the holy child.
Lo, he slumbers in his manger,

Where the horned oxen fed ;
Peace, my darling, here's no danger,

Here is no ox a-near thy bed.

* Here you may use the words, Brother, Sister, Nsighhour, Friend, &c. въ


'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,

dear from burning flame,

and endless crying, That thy blest Redeemer came.

May'st thou live to know and fear him,

Trust and love him all thy days ; Then


dwell for ever near him, See his face, and sing his praise !

I could give thee thousand kisses,

Hoping what I most defire; Not a Mother's fondest wishes

Can to greater joys aspire.


C ο Ν Τ Ε Ν Τ S.

V ERSES on reading Mr. Watts's Poems, sacred to Piety and Devotion

3 To Mr. Watts, on his Poenis

3 To Mr. Watts, on reading his Horæ Lyricæ

5 To Mr. Watts, on his Divine Poems 9

To Dr. Watts, on the fifth Edition of his Horæ Lyricæ Preface


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Β Ο Ο Κ Ι.
Sacred to DE VOTION and PIETY.
Worshiping with Fear,

39 Alking Leave to Sing,

41 Divine Judgments,

42 Earth and Heaven,

44 Felicity above, Gad's Dominion and Decrees,

47 Self Consecration,

49 The Creator and Creatures,

50 God glorious, and Sinners saved,

53 The humble Enquiry,

54 The Penitent pardoned, Hymn of Praise for three great Salvations, The Incomprehensible,

59 Death and Eternity,

60 B b 2

A Sight

55 56

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