SONG IV.

Praife for Mercies Spiritual and Temporal.
WHENE'ER I take my Walks abroad
How many Poor I fee;
What fhall I render to my GOD
For all his Gifts to me?

Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God has giv'n me more;
For I have Food while others starve
Or beg from Door to Door.,

How many Children in the street
Half naked I behold;

While I am cloth'd from Head to Feet,
And cover'd from the Cold.

While fome poor Wretches fearce can

tell

Where they may lay their Head;

I have a Home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my Bed.

While others early learn to fwear,
And curfe, and lie, and steal:
LORD I am taught thy Name to fear,
And do thy holy Will.

Are these thy Favours Day by Day
To me above the rest?

Then let me love Thee more than the
And try to ferve Thee best.

SONG V.

Praife for Birth and Education in a
Chriftian Land.

GREAT GOD, to thee my Voice I raise,
To thee my youngest Hours belong;

I would begin my Life with Praise, Till growing Years improve my Song. 'Tis to thy fov'reign Grace I owe

That I was born on British Ground; Where Streams of heav'nly Mercy flow, And Words of fweet Salvation found.

I would not change my native Land
For rich Peru with all her Gold;
A nobler Prize lies in my Hand,
'Than Eaft or Western India hold.

How do I pity thofe that dwell
Where Ignorance and Darkness reigns
They know no Heav'n, they fear no Hell,
Those endless Joys, thofe endless Pains.
Thy glorious Promises, O Lord!
Kindle my Hopes and my Defire!
While all the Preachers of thy Word
Warn to escape eternal Fire.

Thy Praife fhall ftill employ my Breath,
Since thou haft mark'd my Way to
Heav'n;

Nor will I run the Road to Death, And waste the Bleffings thou haft giv❜n.

SONG VI.

Praife for the Gofpel.

LORD, I afcribe it to thy Grace,
And not to chance as others do,
That I was born of CHRISTIAN RACE,
And not a Heathen or a Jew.

What would the ancient Jewish Kings
And Jewish Prophets once have giv❜n,
Could they have heard thofe glorious
Things,

Which CHRIST reveal'd and brought from Heav'n?

How glad the Heathens would have been, That worshipp'd Idols, Wood, and

Stone,

If they the Book of GOD had feen,
Or JESUS and his Gospel known!

Then if this Gospel I refuse,
How fhall I e'er lift up my Eyes!
For all the Gentiles and the Jews,
Against me will in Judgment rise.

SONG VII.

The Excellency of the Bible.

GREAT GOD with wonder and with Praise On all thy Works I look:

But ftill thy Wisdom, Power, and Grace,
Shine brightest in thy Book.

The Stars that in their Courses roll,
Have much inftruction giv'n:
But thy good Word informs my Soul
How I may climb to Heav'n.

The Fields provide me food and fhow
The Goodness of the Lord