There is a law which he has writ, There is a gospel of rich grace, Whence sinners all their comforts draw; Lord! I repent, and seek thy face, There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 'twill come ; A thousand children, young as 1, Are call'd by death to hear their doom. 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. Just as a tree cut down, that fell Fix'd in the state wherein he dies. How many children in the street While I am cloth'd from head to feet, While some poor wretches scarce can tell 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; Are these thy favours, day by day, Then let me love thee more than they, 5. Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land. GREAT God, to thee my voice I raise, '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 How do I pity those that dwell Thy glorious promises, O Lord, Thy praise shall still employ my breath, heav'n; Nor will I run the road to death, And waste the blessings thou hast given, B 12. Love between Brothers and Sisters. Hard names at first, and threat'ning words, That are but noisy breath, May grow to clubs and naked swords, To murder, and to death. The devil tempts one mother's son The wise will let their anger cool, It burns till morning light. Our hearts may all be love. 13. The All-seeing GOD. ALMIGHTY God, thy piercing eye There's not a sin that we commit, |