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4. Praise for Mercies, spiritual and
How many poor / see!
For all his gifts to me?
Yet God hath giv'n me more ;
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
And rest upon my bed.
And curse, and lie, and steal;
And do thy holy will.
To me above the rest 3
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 ;
In thy most holy word.
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.
And take a fresh delight
And meditate by night.