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Why should I deprive my neighbour

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SIV (1866) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Why should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will? Hands were made for honest labour, Not to plunder, or to steal. ’Tis a foolish self–deceiving By such tricks to hope for gain: All that’s ever got by thieving Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain. 102 Have not Eve and Adam taught us Their sad profit to compute, To what dismal state they brought us When they stole forbidden fruit? Oft we see a young beginner Practice little pilfering ways, Till grown up a harden’d sinner, Then the gallows ends his days. Theft will not be always hidden, Though we fancy none can spy: When we take a thing forbidden, God beholds it with his eye. Guard my heart, O God of heaven, Lest I covet what’s not mine; Lest I steal what is not given, Guard my heart and hands from sin. Languages: English
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These Emmets, how little they are in our eyes!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SV (1866) Meter: 11.11.8 D Lyrics: These Emmets, how little they are in our eyes! We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies, Without our regard or concern: Yet, as wise as we are, if we went to their school, There’s many a sluggard and many a fool Some lessons of wisdom might learn. They wear not their time out in sleeping or play, But gather up corn in a sunshiny day, And for winter they lay up their stores: They manage their work in such regular forms, One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms, And so brought their food withindoors. 104 But I have less sense than a poor creeping Ant, If I take not due care for the things I shall want, Nor provide against dangers in time; When death or old age shall once stare in my face, What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days, If I trifle away all their prime! Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in bloom, Let me think what shall serve me when sickness shall come, And pray that my sins be forgiven. Let me read in good books, and believe, and obey; That, when death turns me out of this cottage of clay, I may dwell in a palace in heaven. Languages: English
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Though I'm now in younger days

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SVI (1866) Meter: 7.8.7.8 Lyrics: Though I’m now in younger days, Nor can tell what shall befall me, I’ll prepare for every place Where my growing age shall call me. Should I e’er be rich or great, Others shall partake my goodness: I’ll supply the poor with meat, Never showing scorn or rudeness. 106 Where I see the blind or lame, Deaf or dumb, I’ll kindly treat them: I deserve to feel the same, I I mock, or hurt, or cheat them. If I meet with railing tongues, Why should I return them railing, Since I best revenge my wrongs By my patience never failing? When I hear them telling lies, Talking foolish, cursing, swearing, First I’ll try to make them wise, Or I’ll soon go out of hearing. 107 What though I be low or mean, I’ll engage the rich to love me, While I’m modest, neat, and clean, And submit when they reprove me. If I should be poor and sick, I shall meet, I hope, with pity; Since I love to help the weak, Though they’re neither fair nor witty. 108 I’ll not willingly offend, Nor be easily offended: What’s amiss I’ll strive to mend, And endure what can’t be mended. May I be so watchful still O’er my humours and my passion, As to speak and do no ill, Though it should be all the fashion. Wicked fashions lead to hell; Ne’er may I be found complying; But in life behave so well, Not to be afraid of dying. Languages: English
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How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SIII (1866) Meter: 12.8.12.8 Lyrics: How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower! The glory of April and May: But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. 100 Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field! When its leaves are all dead and fine colours are lost, Still how sweet a perfume it will yield! So frail is the youth and the beauty of man, Though they bloom and look gay like the Rose; But all our fond care to preserve them is vain, Time kills them as fast as he goes. Then I’ll not be proud of my youth and my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade; But gain a good name by well doing my duty: This will scent like a Rose when I’m dead. Languages: English
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Hosanna to the Prince of Grace

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXIV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Hosanna to the Prince of Grace; Sion, behold thy King! Proclaim the Son of David’s race, And teach the babes to sing. Hosanna to the eternal Word, Who from the Father came; Ascribe salvation to the Lord, With blessings on his Name! Languages: English
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Hosanna to the Son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXV (1866) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Hosanna to the Son Of David and of God! Who brought the news of pardon down, And bought it with his blood! To Christ, th’ anointed King, Be endless blessings given: Let the whole earth his glory sing Who made our peace with heaven. Languages: English
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To God the Father, God the Son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXVI (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven. Languages: English
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Love God with all your soul and strength

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXII (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Love God with all your soul and strength. With all your heart and mind; And love your neighbor as yourself: Be faithful, just, and kind. Deal with another as you’d have Another deal with you: What you’re unwilling to receive, Be sure you never do. Languages: English
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Be you to others kind and true

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXI (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Be you to others kind and true, As you’d have others be to you; And never do nor say to men Whate’er you would not take again. Languages: English
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Hosanna to king David’s son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXIII (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Hosanna to king David's son Lyrics: Hosanna to king David’s son, Who reigns on a superior throne! We bless the Prince of heavenly birth, Who brings salvation down to earth. Let every nation, every age, In this delightful work engage; Old men and babes in Sion sing The growing glories of her King! Languages: English

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