How glad the heathens would have been, Then if this gospel I refuse, How shall I e'er lift up mine eyes? For all the Gentiles and the Jews Against me will in judgment rise. THE EXCELLENCY OF THE BIBLE. GREAT God, with wonder and with praise But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, The stars, that in their courses roll, The fields provide me food, and show Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best comfort lies; Here my desires are satisfied, And hence my hopes arise. Lord! make me understand thy law; Here would I learn how Christ had died Then let me love my Bible more, PRAISE TO GOD FOR LEARNING TO READ. THE praises of my tongue I offer to the Lord, That I was taught and learnt so young To read his holy word. That I am brought to know By nature and by practice too, That I am led to see I can do nothing well; Dear Lord! this book of thine Informs me where to go, Here I can read, and learn And now he reigns above, O may that Spirit teach, And make my heart receive Those truths which all thy servants preach, And all thy saints believe. Then shall I praise the Lord In a more cheerful strain, That I was taught to read his word, THE ALL-SEEING GOD. ALMIGHTY God! thy piercing eye All open to thy sight. There's not a sin that we commit, But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ, And must the crimes that I have done Lord, at thy foot asham'd I lie; Remember all the dying pains O may I now for ever fear To' indulge a sinful thought, Since the great God can see and hear, And writes down every fault. SOLEMN THOUGHTS OF GOD AND DEATH. THERE is a God that reigns above, Lord of the heavens, and earth, and seas! I fear his wrath, I ask his love, And with my lips I sing his praise. There is a law which he has writ, To teach us all that we must do : My soul, to his commands submit, For they are holy, just, and true. There is a gospel of rich grace, Whence sinners all their comforts draw: Lord! I repent and seek thy face; For I have often broke thy law. There is an hour when I must die, Are call'd by death to hear their doom. Let me improve the hours I have, Just as a tree cut down, that fell HEAVEN AND HELL. THERE is beyond the sky A heaven of joy and love; And holy children, when they die, |