WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,

How many poor I see!

What shall I render to my God

For all his gifts to me?

Not more than others I deserve,

Yet God hath given me more:

For I have food, while others starve,

While some poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head,

I have a home wherein to dwell,

And rest upon my bed.

While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,

Lord, I am taught thy name to fear,

And do thy holy will.

Are these thy favours, day by day,

To me above the rest?

V.

PRAISE FOR BIRTH AND EDUCATION IN A CHRISTIAN LAND.

GREAT GOD, to thee my voice I raise,

To thee my youngest hours belong :

I would begin my life with praise,

Till growing years improve the song.

"Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe

That I was born on British ground;
Where streams of heavenly mercy flow,
And words of sweet salvation sound.

I would not change my native land
For rich Peru, with all her gold:

A nobler prize lies in my hand

Than east or western Indies hold.

How do I pity those that dwell

Where ignorance and darkness reign!

They know no heaven-they fear no hellThat endless joy-that endless pain.

Thy glorious promises, O Lord,

Kindle my hopes and my desire:

While all the preachers of thy word
Warn me t' escape eternal fire.

Thy praise shall still employ my breath,
Since thou hast mark'd my way to heaven;

Nor will I run the road to death,

And waste the blessings thou hast given.