And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.

2 There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ,
Against the judgment day.

3 And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there;
Be all exposed before the sun,
While men and angels hear?

4 Lord, at thy feet asham'd I lie;
Upward I dare not look:

Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from thy book.

5 Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt;

And let his blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.

6 Oh, may I now for ever fear
T' indulge a sinful thought,

Since the great God can see and hear,
And writes down every fault!

SOLEMN THOUGHTS OF GOD AND DEATH.

1 THERE is a God that reigns above,
Lord of the heav'ns, and earth, and seas;
I fear his wrath, I ask his love,

And with my lips I sing his praise.
2 There is a law which he has writ,
To teach us all what we must do:
My soul, to his commands submit,
For they are holy, just, and true.

3 There is a gospel of rich grace,

Whence sinners all their comforts draw:
Lord, I repent, and seek thy face,
For I have often broke thy law.

4 There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon 'twill come;
A thousand children, young as I,
Are call'd by death to meet their doom.

2 Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled;
There's no repentance in the grave,
Nor pardon offer'd to the dead.
6 Just as the tree cut down, that fell
To north or southward, there it lies;
So man departs to heav'n or hell,
Fix'd in the state in which he dies.

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SONG XI.

HEAVEN AND HELL.

THERE is beyond the sky
A heaven of joy and love;

And holy children when they die,

Go to that world above.

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And everlasting pains;

Where sinners must with devils dwell

In darkness, fire, and chains.

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Can such a wretch as I

Escape this cursed end?

And may I hope whene'er I die,
I shall to heav'n ascend?

Then will I read and pray,
While I have life and breath;
Lest I should be cut off to-day,
And sent t' eternal death.

THE ADVANTAGES OF EARLY RELIGION.

1 HAPPY the child, whose youngest years Receive instructions well;

Who hates the sinner's path, and fears The road that leads to hell.

2 When we devote our youth to God,
'Tis pleasing in his eyes;

A flow'r when offer'd in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.

3 'Tis easier work if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;

While sinners that grow old in sin,
Are harden'd in their crimes.

4 'Twill save us from a thousand snares,
To mind religion young;
Grace will preserve our foll'wing years,
And make our virtue strong.

5 To thee, Almighty God, to thee,
Our childhood we resign;

'Twill please us to look back and see, That our whole lives were thine.

6 Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise Employ my youngest breath;

Thus I'm prepar'd for longer days,
Or fit for early death.