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4. Praise for Mercies, spiritual and

WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,

How many poor / see!
What shall I render to my God,

For all his gifts to me?
Not more than others I deserve,

Yet God hath 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 some poor wretches scarce can

Where they may lay their head;
I have a home wherein to dweil,

And rest upon my bed.
While others early learn to swear,

And curse, 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 3
Then let me love thee more than they,

And strive to serve thee best.

5. Praise for Birth and Education in

a Christian 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 the song. 'Tis to thy sov’reign grace I owe,

That I was born on British ground; Where streams of heav'nly mercy flow,

And words of sweet salvation sound.

I would not change my native land

For rich Peru, with all her gold; A nobler prize lies in her hand

Than East or Western Indies hold.

How do I pity those that dwell

Where ignorance & darkness reigns! They know no heaven, they fear no hell, Those endless joys, those endless

pains. Thy glorious promises, O Lord,

Kindle my hopes, and my desire; While all the preachers of thy word

Warn me t'escape eternal fire. Thy praise shall still employ my breath, Since thou hast mark'd my way to

heav'n; Nor will I run the road to death, And waste the blessings thou hast



6. Praise for the Gospel. Lord, I ascribe 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 those glorious

things Which Christ revealed, and brought

from heav'n? How glad the heathens would have been

That worship'd idols, wood and stone, If they the book of God had seen,

Or Jesus and his gospel known! Then, if his gospel I refuse,

How shall I e'er list up mine eyes? For all the Gentiles and the Jews

Against me will in judgment rise.

7. The Excellency of the Bible. Great God, with wonder & with praise

On all thy works I look ; But still thy wisdom, pow'r, and grace,

Shine brightest in thy book.

The stars that in their courses roll

Have much instruction giv’n ; But thy good word informs my soul

How I may climb to heav'n. The fields provide me food, and show

The goodness of the Lord ;
But fruits of life and glory grow

In thy most holy word.
Here are my choicest treasures hid,

Here my best comfort lies;


desires are satisfy'd, And hence my hopes arise. Lord, make me understand thy law,

Shew what my faults have been ; And from the Gospel let me draw

Pardon for all my sin. Here would I learn how Christ has died,

To save my soul from hell; Not all the books on earth beside

Such heavenly wonders tell.
Then let me love my Bible more,

And take a fresh delight
By day to read those wonders o'er,

And meditate by night.

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