SONG XXII. WHY fhould our Garments, made to hide When first she put the Cov'ring on, How proud we are! how fond to show wore That very Clothing long before. The Tulip and the Butterfly Let me be dreft fine as I will, Flies, Worms, and Flowers exceed me ftill. Then will I fet my Heart to find Inward Adornings of the Mind; Grace, Thefe are the Robes of richest Drefs. and No more fhall Worms with me compare; It never fades, it ne'er grows old, nor It takes no Spot, but ftill refines; SONG XXIII. Obedience to Parents. LET Children that wou'd fear the LORD Hear what their teachers fay; With Rev'rence meet their Parents' Word, Have you not heard what dreadful Plagues What heavy Guilt upon him lies! But those who worship God and give Here on this Earth they long fhall live, الأمل SONG XXIV. The Child's Complaint. WHY fhould I love my Sports fo well, So conftant at my Play, And lofe the Thoughts of Heav'n and Hell, What do I read my Bible for, How fenfeless is my Heart and wild, And pardon all my Faults. Make me thy heav'nly Voice to hear, And let me love to pray; Since God will lend a gracious Ear, SONG XXV. A Morning Song. MY GOD who makes the Sun to know His proper Hour to rife, And to give light to all below, Doth fend him round the Skies. When from the chambers of the Eaft, But round the World he fhines. So, like the Sun, would I fulfil Give me, O LORD! thy early Grace, That the young Morning of my Days. Has all been fpent in vain, |