COMMON METRE.

HOSANNA to the Prince of Grace;

Sion, behold thy King!

Proclaim the Son of David's race,
And teach the babes to fing.

Hofanna to th' eternal word,
Who from the Father came;
Afcribe falvation to the Lord,
With bleffings on his name.

SHORT METRE.

HOSANNA to the Son

Of David and of God,

Who bought the news of pardon down,
And brought it with his blood.

To Chrift, th' anointed King,

Be endless bleffings given;

Let the whole earth his glory fing,
Who made our peace with heaven.

GLORY

GLORY to the FATHER and the SON, &c.

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LONG METRE.

O God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One;
Be honour, praife and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.

COMMON METRE.

OW let the Father and the Son,

Now And Spirit, be ador'd,

Where there are works to make him known,
Or faints to love the Lord.

SHORT METRE.

GIVE to the Father praise,

Give Glory to the Son;

And to the Spirit of his grace;

Be equal honour done.

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SPECIMEN

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MORAL SONGS,

Such as I wifh fome happy and condefcending genius would undertake for the use of children, and perform much better.

HE fenfe and fubjects might be borrowed plenti

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fully from the Proverbs of Solomon, from all the common appearances of nature, from all the occurrences of civil life, both in city and country (which would alfo afford matter for other divine fongs). Here the language and measures should be eafy, and flowing with chearfulness, with or without the folemnities of religion, or the facred names of God and holy things; that children might find delight and profit together.

This would be one effectual way to deliver them from thofe idle, wanton, or profane fongs, which give fo early an ill taint to the fancy and memory; and become the feeds of future vices.

I. The

1. THE SLUGGAR D.

IS the voice of the fluggard; I heard him complain,

"You have wak'd me too foon, I must flumber again." As the door on its hinges, fo he on his bed,

Turns his fides and his shoulders and his heavy head.

"A little more sleep, and a little more flumber;" Thus he waftes half his days, and his hours without number;

And when he gets up, he fits folding his hands,

Or walks about fauntering, or trifling he stands.

I pafs'd by his garden, and faw the wild brier,

The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher;

The cloaths that hang on him are turning to rags :

And his money still wastes till he starves or he begs.

I made him a vifit, ftill hoping to find

He had took better care for improving his 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 leffon 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.

II. INNO.

II. INNOCENT PLAY.

ABROAD in the meadows to see the young lambs

Run fporting about by the fide of their dams,
With fleeces fo clean and fo white;

Or a neft of young doves in a large open cage,
When they play all in love, without anger or rage,
How much may we learn from the fight!

If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud;
Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood;
So foul and fo fierce are their natures :

But Thomas and William, and fuch pretty names,
Should be cleanly and harmless as doves, or as lambs,
Those lovely sweet innocent creatures.

Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say,
Should hinder another in jesting or play;

For he's ftill in earneft that's hurt:

How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and mire! There's none but a madman will fling about fire, And tell you," "Tis all but in fport."

III. THE ROSE.

WOW fair is the rofe! what a beautiful flower!

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The glory of April and May!

But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,
And they wither and die in a day.

Yet