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Lord listen to our feeble prayer,
And watch us in our youthful days:
Preserve us from each hurtful snare,
And keep our feet in Wisdom's ways.

Oh teach us in maturer years

To fix our wandering thoughts above; And help us through this vale of tears, To that blest land of joy and love.

When we shall leave this world of pain,
Oh! land us on that peaceful shore:
Where we may join the blissful strain,
And praise Thy name for evermore.

MORNING SONG.

THY HOUSE, O LORD.

o with us to Thy house, O Lord,
And help us to remember there
That Thou hast told us in Thy Word,

Thy house is call'd the house of

Help us in all Thy service, Lord;
Teach us to sing our hymns to Thee;
Prepare our hearts to hear Thy Word;
Keep us from all frivolity.

prayer.

Bless Thou our pastor, bless our friends,
Bless all who hear this day of Thee,
And may each word Thy Spirit sends
Bless now and through eternity.

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GOOD RESOLUTIONS.

HOUGH I'm now in younger days,
Nor can tell what shall befall me,
I'll prepare for every place

Where my growing age shall call me.

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Where I see the blind or lame,

Deaf or dumb, I'll

kindly treat them;

I deserve to feel the

If I mock, or hurt, or

cheat them.

If I meet with railing tongues,
Why should I return them railing,
Since I best revenge my wrongs

By my patience never failing?

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When I hear them telling lies,

Talking foolishly, or swearing, First I'll try to make them wise, Or I'll soon go out of hearing.

What though I be low and mean,
I'll engage the rich to love me ;
While I'm modest, neat, and clean,
And submit when they reprove me.

If I should be poor and sick,

I shall meet, I hope, with pity; Since I love to help the weak,

Though they're neither fair nor witty.

I'll not willingly offend,

Nor be easily offended;

What's amiss I'll strive to mend,

And endure what can't be mended.

May I be so watchful still,

O'er my humours and my passion,

As to speak and do no ill,

Though it should be all the fashion.

Wicked fashions lead to hell,

Ne'er may I be found complying; But in life behave so well,

Not to be afraid of dying.

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