ars, ES. Being. T. ers. the sod, et flowers, raise, [Part 2 Acknowledgment of Divine favours. 1. WHENE'ER I take my walks åbroâd, What shall I render to my God, 2. Not more than others I dēşĕrve', For I have food, while others starve, 3. How many children in the street, While I am cloth'd from head to feet, 4. While some poor creatures* scarce can tell, I have a home wherein to dwell, 5. While others early learn to swear, 6. Are these thy favours, day by day, Then let me love thee more than they, SECTION III. The excellence of the Bible. 1. GREAT GOD! with wonder and with praise But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, 2. The stars, which in their courses roll, But thy good word informs my soul 3. The fields provide me food, and show 4. Here are my choicest treasures hid, 5. Lord! make me understand thy law; Show what my faults have been ; And from thy gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin. 6. For here I learn how Je'şus died, Not all the books on earth beside 7. Then let me love my Bible more, SECTION IV. On In'dustry. 1. How does the little busy* bee Improve each shi'ning hour; And gather honey all the day, From every op'ning flower 2. How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax! And labours hard to store it well, With the sweet food she makes. 3. In works of labour, or of skill, For Sa'tăn finds some mis'chief still 4. In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be păst; That I may give for every day How sweet at early morning's rise, 2. How sweet to breathe the gale's perfume', And hear the musick of the grove! SECTION VI. The drowning Fly. 1. In yonder glass, behold a drowning Fly! Its little feet, how vainly does it ply! ARM'STRONG. Poor helpless insect! and will no one save? 2. Smile not, spectators, at this hum'ble deed: To raise the thoughtless from destruction's wave! * are. 2. Yet the rose has one pow'rful vir'tue to boast, When its leaves àre all dead, and fine colours lost, 3. So frail is the youth and beauty of men, Though they bloom and look gay like the rose; For all our fond care to preşĕrve' them is vain; Time kills them as fast as he goes. 4. Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty, But gain a good name by performing my duty: SECTION X. The Ant. 1. THESE emmets, how little they are in our eyes! We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies, Without our regard or concern': WATTS. Yet as wise as we are, if we went to their school, Some lessons of wisdom might learn. 2. They don't wear their time out in sleeping or play, But gather up corn in a sun-shiny day, And for winter they lay up their stores: 3. But I have less sense than a poor creeping ănt, 4. Now, now, while my strength and my youth àre in bloom, Let me think what will serve me when sickness shall come, And pray that my sins be forgiv'n: Let me read in good books, and believe and obey, That, when death turns me out of this cottage of clay, I may dwell in a palace in heav'n. WATTS. |