Lord listen to our feeble prayer, 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, MORNING SONG. THY HOUSE, O LORD. o with us to Thy house, O Lord, Thy house is call'd the house of Help us in all Thy service, Lord; prayer. Bless Thou our pastor, bless our friends, 95 GOOD RESOLUTIONS. HOUGH I'm now in younger days, Where my growing age shall call me. 97 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, By my patience never failing? 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, 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. |