Hosanna to the eternal Word, SHORT METRE. HOSANNA to the Son Of David and of God, Who brought the news of pardon down, To Christ, the anointed King, GLORY TO THE FATHER, AND THE SON, &c. LONG METRE. To God the Father, God the Son, COMMON METRE. Now let the Father, and the Son, And Spirit, be ador'd, Where there are works to make him kno wr Or saints to love the Lord. SHORT METRE. GIVE to the Father praise, A SLIGHT SPECIMEN OF MORAL SONGS, SUCH AS I WISH SOME HAPPY AND CONDESCENDING GE NIUS WOULD UNDERTAKE FOR THE USE OF CHILDREN, AND PERFORM MUCH BETTER. THE sense and subjects might be borrowed plentifully from the Proverbs of Solomon, from all the common appearances of nature, from all the occurrences in the civil life, both in city and country: (which would also afford matter for other divine songs.) Here the language and measures should be easy and flowing with cheerfulness, with or without the solemnities of religion, or the sacred names of God and holy things; that children might find delight and profit together. This would be one effectual way to deliver them from the temptation of loving or learning those idle, wanton, or profane songs, which give so early an ill taint to the fancy and memory, and become the seeds of future vices. MORAL SONGS. I. THE SLUGGARD. "TIs the voice of the sluggard; I heard him com plain, "You have waked 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 sauntering, or trifling he stands. I pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier, 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. |