Duty to GoD and our NEIGHBOUR. LOVE God with all your foul and ftrength, With all your heart and mind: And love your neighbour as yourself, Deal with another, as you'd have Another deal with you; What you're unwilling to receive, Out of my Book of HYMNS I have here added the Hofanna, and Glory to the Father, &c. to be fung at the End of any of thefe Songs, according to the Direction of Parents or Go vernors. The Hofanna; or Salvation afcribed to Chrift.. LONG METRE. HOSANNA to king David's Son, Who reigns on a fuperior throne; We blefs the prince of heavenly birth, Let every nation, every age, COMMON METRE. HOSANNA to the Prince of Grace; Sion, behold thy King! Proclaim the Son of David's race, Hofanna to th' eternal word, Who from the Father came; Afcribe falvation to the Lord, SHORT METRE. HOSANNA to the Son Of David and of God, Who brought the news of pardon down, To Chrift, th' anointed King, GLORY GLORY to the FATHER and the Son, &c. To LONG METR E. God the Father, God the Son, Be honour, praise and glory given, N COMMON METRE. OW let the Father and the Son, Where there are works to make him known, SHORT METR E. GIVE to the Father praise, Give glory to the Son; And to the Spirit of his grace; A a 4 A SLIGHT A SLIGHT SPECIMEN O F MORAL SONGS, Such as I wish fome happy and condescending genius would undertake for the ufe of children, and perform much better. TH HE sense and subjects might be borrowed plentifully 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 also afford matter for other divine songs). Here the language and measures should be easy, 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 effe&tual way to deliver them 'from those 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 SLUGGAR D. IS the voice of the fluggard; I heard him com "TIS plain, "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 fhoulders and his heavy head. "A little more fleep, 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, I pafs'd by his garden, and faw the wild brier, I made him a vifit, ftill hoping to find He had took better care for improving his mind: :" Said I then to my heart, "Here's a leffon for me: II. IN NO |