SONG XXIII.

OBEDIENCE TO PARENTS.

1 LET children that would fear the Lord Hear what their teachers say;

With reverence meet their parents' word, And with delight obey.

2 Have you not heard what dreadful plagues Are threatened by the Lord,

To him that breaks his father's law,
Or mocks his mother's word?

3 What heavy guilt upon him lies!
How cursed is his name!

The ravens shall peck out his eyes,
And eagles eat the same.

4 But those that worship God, and give
Their parents honour due,

Here on this earth they long shall live,
And live hereafter too.

SONG XXIV.

THE CHILD'S COMPLAINT.

1 WHY should I love my sports so well,
So constant at my play,

And lose the thoughts of Heaven and hell,
And then forget to pray?

2 What do I read my Bible for,
But, Lord, to learn Thy will?
And shall I daily know Thee more,
And less obey Thee still?

3 How senseless is my heart, and wild!
How vain are all my thoughts!

Pity the weakness of a child,

And pardon all my faults.

4 Make me Thy heavenly voice to hear, And let me love to pray,

Since God will lend a gracious ear

To what a child can say.

SONG XXV.

A MORNING SONG.

1 'Tis God, who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise,

And, to give light to all below,
Doth send him round the skies.

2 When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,

He never tires, nor stops to rest,

But round the world he shines.

3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil The business of the day;

Begin my work betimes, and still

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Follow my heaven-ward way.

4 Lord, help me with Thy powerful grace,

My feeble steps sustain,

May I with patience run the race,
And so the prize obtain.

SONG XXVI.

AN EVENING SONG.

1 Now, Lord, another day is gone,
Again I sing Thy praise;

My comforts every hour make known
Thy providence and grace.

2 But how

my childhood runs to waste!
My sins how great their sum!
Lord, give me pardon for the past,
And strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep;
Thine Angels guard my head,

And through the hours of darkness keep
Their watch around my bed.

4 With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
Since Thou wilt not remove;

And in the morning let me risc,
Rejoicing in Thy love.

SONG XXVII.

FOR THE LORD'S DAY MORNING.

1 THIS is the day when Christ arose
So early from the dead:

Why should I keep my eyelids closed,
And waste my hours in bed?

2 This is the day when Jesus broke
The power of death and hell;

And freed our souls from Satan's yoke,
That we with God might dwell.

3 To-day with cheerful feet let all

Within Thy courts attend,

Hear Thou from Heaven-and to our call

A gracious answer send.

4 Teach me, O Lord, to read and pray,
And to prepare for Heaven,

O, may I love this blessed day,
The best of all the seven!