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“Adore no God beside Me, to provoke mine eyes : «Nor worship Me in shapes and forms that men devise; “With reverence use my name, nor turn my words tojeft; « Observe
fabbath well, nor dare prophane my reft ; “ Honour and due obedience to thy parents give; “ Nor spill the guiltless blood, nor let the guilty live : “Preserve thy body chaste, and flee th' unlawful bed ; “ Nor steal thy neighbour's gold, his garment, or his
“ Forbear to blast his name with falsehood, or deceit; “ Nor let thy wishes loose upon his large estate.”
Remember your CREATOR, &c. Ecclef. xii, CHILDREN, to your Creator, God, ,
Your early honours pay, While vanity and youthful blood
Would tempt your thoughts astray. The memory of his mighty name, Demands
first regard ;
Till you have lov'd the Lord.
Before the mournful days,
And life and strength decays.
Shall relish on the tongue, The heavy ear forgets the taste And pleasure of a long.
Old age, with all her dismal train,
Invades your golden years
And death, that never spares.
And leaves your withering eyes,
From the superior skies?
Or stand before his feat,
Nor bear their tottering weight?
feeble arms, Shall make a strong defence, When death, with terrible alarms,
Summons the prisoner hence ?
And let the building fall;
Its vile original.
Unclèans'd and unforgiven,
To be shut out from heaven.
Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise ye the LORD.
FAIREST of all the lights above,
Thou fun, whose beams adorn the spheres,
of filence, silver moon,
Thou heaven of heavens, fupremely bright,
O God of Glory, God of Love,
THE WELCOME MESSENGER.
LORD, when we fee a faint of thine
Lie gasping out his breath, With longing eyes, and looks divine,
Smiling and pleas'd in death; How we could ev'n contend to lay
Our limbs upon that bed !
Our spirits in his stead.
To venture in his place ;
He has an angel's face.
Jesus, Jesus, then, purge my crimes away,
'Tis guilt creates my fears, 'Tis guilt gives death its fierce array,
And all the arms it bears.
Oh! if my threatening sins were gone,
And death had lost his sting, I could invite the angel on,
And chide his lazy wing. Away these interposing days,
And let the lovers meet; The angel has a cold embrace,
But kind, and soft, and sweet.
I'd rush into his arms,
Amidst those heavenly charms.
And leave the lifeless clay, Without a figh, without a groan,
And stretch and soar away.
ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name! Thy glories how diffus’d abroad
Through the creation's frame !