Let ev'ry nation, ev'ry age, Common Metre. HOSANNA to the Prince of Grace; Proclaim the Son of David's race, Short Metre. HOSANNA to the Son Of David and of God, Who brought the news of pardon down, Glory to the Father and to the Sun, &c. Long Metre. To God the Father, God the Son, Common Metre. Now let the Father, and the Son, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord. Short Metre. GIVE to the Father praise, "Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You've wak'd me too soon; I must slumber again :" As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed Turns his sides and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;" Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number; And when he gets up he sits folding his hands, Or walks about saunt'ring, or trifling he stands. I pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild briar, The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher; The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags, And his money still wastes, till he starves or he begs. I made him a visit, still hoping to find He had took better care for improving the mind; He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and drinking; But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking. Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me;" That man's but a picture of what I might be ; But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who taught me betimes to love working and reading. |