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If they, who on thy state attend,
FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY.
HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and pray'r,
In Heav'n thy dwelling place,
And taught to seek thy face.
Thanks for thy word, and for thy day,
And grant us, we implore,
Tay holy sabbaths more.
Thanks that we hear,-but o impart
To each desires sincere,
And learn as well as hear.
For if vain thoughts the minds engage
Of older far than we, What hope, that, at our heedless age,
Our minds should e'er be free?
Much hope, if thou our spirits take
Under tby gracious sway,
And babes as wise as they.
Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, .
A sun that ne'er declines, And be thy mercies show'r'd on those,
Who plac'd us where it shines.
Subjoined to the Yearly Bill of Mortality of the
Anno Domini 1787.
Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas,
While thirteen moons saw smoothly run
The Nen’s barge-laden wave,
Have found their home, the grave.
Was man (frail always) made more frail
Than in foregoing years?
That so much death appears?
* Composed for John Cox, parish clerk of Northampton.
No; these were vig'rous as their sires
Nor plague nor famine came; This annual tribute Death requires,
And never waves his claim.
Like crowded forest-trees we stand,
And some are mark'd to fall; The axe will smite at God's command,
And soon shall smite us all.
Green as the bay-tree, ever green,
With it's new foliage on, The gay, the thoughtless, have I seen,
I pass'd-and they were gone.
Read, ye that run, the awful truth
With which I charge my page; A worm is in the bud of youth,
And at the root of age.
No present health ean health insure
For yet an hour to come;
Can always baulk the tomb.
And O! that humble as my lot,
And scorn'd as is my strain, These truths, though known, too much forgot,
I may not teach in vain.
So prays your clerk with all his heart,
And ere he quits the pen,
And answer all-Amen!
ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,
FOR THE YEAR 1788.
Quod adest, memento
COULD I, from Heav'n inspird, as sure presage To whom the rising year
his last, As I can number in my punctual page, And item down the victims of the past;