PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; O! give relief, and heav'n will bless your store. These tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak, These hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years; Yon house erected on the rising ground, Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor; O! take me to your hospitable dome; Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold; Short is my passage to the friendly tomb, Should I reveal the sources of my grief, If soft Humanity e'er touch'd your breast, Heav'n sends misfortunes; why should we repine? A little farm was my paternal lot; Then, like the lark, I sprightly hail'd the morn: My daughter, once the comfort of my age, And left the world to wretchedness and me. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; O! give relief, and heav'n will bless your store. Song 1 A General Song of Praise to God 2 Praise for Creation and Providence 3 Praise to God for our Redemption 8 Praise to God for learning to Read.. 10 Solemn Thoughts of God and Death Page Song 1 A General Song of Praise to God 2 Praise for Creation and Providence 3 Praise to God for our Redemption. 4 Praise for Mercies spiritual and temporal 5 Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land.. 12 14 15 17 18 19 21 22 24 25 26 28 29 31 32 33 35 18 Against Scoffing and calling ill Names. 19 Against Swearing and Cursing, and taking God's Name in vain 36 |