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Almighty God, thy piercing eye
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HIX (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Almighty God, thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night,
And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.
There’s not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in thy dreadful book ‘tis writ
Against the judgment–day.
And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish’d there;
Be all exposed before the sun,
While men and angels hear?
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Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lie;
Upward I dare not look:
Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from thy book.
Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt;
And let his blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.
O may I now for ever fear
T’ indulge a sinful thought,
Since the great God can see and hear,
And writes down ev’ry fault!
Languages: English
Almighty God, thy piercing eye
Happy the child whose youngest years
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Happy the child whose youngest years
Receive instructions well;
Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.
When we devote our youth to God,
’Tis pleasing in his eyes;
A flower, when offer’d in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.
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’Tis easier work if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
While sinners, that grow old in sin,
Are harden’d in their crimes.
’Twill save us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young:
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtue strong.
To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our childhood we resign:
’Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.
Let the sweet work of prayer and praise
Employ my youngest breath!
Thus I’m prepared for future days,
Or fit for early death.
Languages: English
Happy the child whose youngest years
What blest examples do I find
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXIV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
What blest examples do I find
Writ in the Word of Truth,
Of children that begin to mind
Religion in their youth!
Jesus, who reigns above the sky,
And keeps the world in awe,
Was once a child as young as I,
And kept his Father’s law.
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At twelve years old he talk’d with men,
(The Jews all wondering stand;)
Yet he obey’d his Mother then,
And came at her command.
Children a sweet hasanna sung,
And blest their Saviour’s name;
They gave him honour with their tongue,
While scribes and priests blaspheme.
Samuel the child was wean’d and brought
To wait upon the Lord:
Young Timothy betimes was taught
To know his holy Word.
Then why should I so long delay
What others learnt so soon?
I would not pass another day
Without this work begun.
Languages: English
What blest examples do I find
Let dogs delight to bark and bite
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXVI (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God has made them so:
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For ‘tis their nature, too.
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But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise:
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other’s eyes.
Let love through all your actions run,
And all your words be mild:
Live like the blessed Virgin’s Son,
That sweet and lovely child.
His soul was gentle as a lamb;
And as his stature grew,
He grew in favour both with man,
And God his Father, too.
Now, Lord of all, he reigns above;
And from his heavenly throne
He sees what children dwell in love,
And marks them for his own.
Languages: English
Let dogs delight to bark and bite
Whatever brawls disturb the street
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXVII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Whatever brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet
Quarrels should never come.
Birds in their little nests agree;
And ‘tis a shameful sight,
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
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Hard names at first, and threatening words,
That are but noisy breath,
May grow to clubs and naked swords,
To murder and to death.
The devil tempts one mother’s son
To rage against another:
So wicked Cain was hurried on,
Till he had kill’d his brother.
The wise will let their anger cool,
At least before ‘tis night;
But in the bosom of a fool
It burns till morning light.
Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,
Our little brawls remove,
That, as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love!
Languages: English
Whatever brawls disturb the street
Our tongues were made to bless the Lord
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXVIII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Our tongues were made to bless the Lord,
And not speak ill of men:
When others give a railing word,
We must not rail again.
Cross words and angry names require
To be chastised at school;
And he’s in danger of hell–fire
That calls his brother fool.
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But lips that dare be so profane
To mock, and jeer, and scoff
At holy things, or holy men,
The Lord shall cut them off.
When children, in their wanton play,
Served old Elisha so,
And bade the prophet go his way,
‘Go up, thou bald head, go!’
God quickly stopp’d their wicked breath;
And sent two raging bears,
That tore them limb from limb to death,
With blood, and groans, and tears.
Great God! how terrible art thou
To sinners e’er so young:
Grant me thy grace, and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue.
Languages: English
Our tongues were made to bless the Lord
How doth the little busy bee
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXX (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
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How skillfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill
I would be busy too:
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play
Let my first years be past,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
Languages: English
How doth the little busy bee
Why should I join with those in play
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXI (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Why should I join with those in play
In whom I’ve no delight;
Who curse and swear, but never play;
Who call ill names, and fight?
I hate to hear a wanton song:
Their words offend my ears:
I should not dare defile my tongue
With language such as theirs.
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Away from fools I’ll turn my eyes,
Nor with the scoffers go:
I would be walking with the wise,
That wiser I may grow.
From one rude boy, that’s used to mock,
They learn the wicked jest:
One sickly sheep infects the flock,
And poisons all the rest.
My God, I hate to walk or dwell
With sinful children here:
Then let me not be sent to hell,
Where none but sinners are.
Languages: English
Why should I join with those in play
Let children that would fear the Lord
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXIII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Let children that would fear the Lord
Hear what their teachers say;
With reverence meet their parents’ word,
And with delight obey.
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Have you not heard what dreadful plagues
Are threaten’d by the Lord,
To him that breaks his father’s law,
Or mocks his mother’s word?
What heavy guilt upon him lies!
How cursed is his name!
The ravens shall pick out his eyes,
And eagles eat the same.
But those who worship God, and give
Their parents honour due,
Here on this earth they long shall live,
And live hereafter, too.
Languages: English
Let children that would fear the Lord
Why should I love my sports so well
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXIV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Why should I love my sports so well,
So constant at my play,
And lose the thoughts of heaven and hell,
And then forget to pray?
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What do I read my Bible for,
But, Lord, to learn thy will?
And shall I daily know thee more,
And less obey thee still?
How senseless is my heart, and wild!
How vain are all my thoughts!
Pity the weakness of a child,
And pardon all my faults.
Make me thy heavenly voice to hear,
And let me love to pray;
Since God will lend a gracious ear
To what a child can say.
Languages: English
Why should I love my sports so well
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