When I hear them telling lies, I shall meet I hope with pity; I'll not willingly offend, Nor be easily offended; What's amiss I'll strive to mend, And endure what can't be mended. May I be so watchful still, O'er my humours and my passion, As to speak and do no ill, Though it should be all the fashion. Wicked fashions lead to hell; Ne'er may I be found complying, But in life behave so well Not to be afraid of dying. How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run, Tho' he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there follow'd some droppings of rain! But now the fair traveller comes to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again. Just such is the Christian: his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way: But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope at the end of his days Of rising in brighter array. Some Copies of the following HYMN having got abroad already into several hands, the Author has been persuaded to permit it to appear in public, at the end of these SONGS FOR CHILDREN. A CRADLE HYMN. HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber, Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, How much better thou'rt attended Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, How the Jews abus'd their King, *Here may be used the words brother, sister, friend, &c. See the kinder shepherds round him, Where they sought him, there they found him, With his virgin mother by. See the lovely babe a-dressing, 'Twas to save thee, child, from dying, May'st thou live to know and fear him, |