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 His wrinkles are many and long. 
 
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 What book ought I to love the best^ 
 And on its truth securely rest, 
 
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 What tells me of my fallen state, 
 And how GoJ can me new create. 
 
 The Bible. 
 
 What points me to the Lamb of God, 
 To trust in his atoning blood. 
 
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 What warns me to abstain from sin, 
 And tends to make me pure within. 
 
 The Bible. 
 
 What teaches to relieve the poor. 
 And mec!'cine for the sick procure. 
 
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 And acts of kindness to him shew, 
 
 The Bible. 
 
 What tells me of that state of bliss, 
 Where I shall never do amiss, 
 
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 God made the sky tliat looks so Iilue, 
 
 God made the grass so green^ 
 God made the flowers that smell so 
 
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 In pretty colours seen. 
 
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 Cocl made the sun tl)at shines .sobru>h. 
 
 And glacUiCns all I see ; 
 It conies to give us heat and ligi^t. 
 
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 How sweetly has she sunic ; 
 
 And tho' she soars so very high. 
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 Go:;] made the caw to give nice muiC, 
 
 Tiie horse, i^^r me to n^e ; 
 V\\ treat them kinclW ibr his s:ike. 
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 God maiie the water for rny drhik, 
 
 Gad n-ia.Ie the iish to swira, 
 God made the trees to bearnice Hant,. 
 'hich do^^ ray t^ste so nicely suit; 
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 To all the jo}*^ of 'youth ; 
 For tl)}.^ protection wliilst 1 sleep, 
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 Thou gav'st me bealth, and clotbes, 
 
 and food, 
 Preserve me innocent and ^ood^ 
 
 'Till ev'nin^' curfew bell. 
 
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 Beceive my body, pretty bed ; 
 Soft pillow, O receive my head, 
 
 And thank my parents kind, 
 Those comforts who ibr me provide; 
 Your precepts stilJ shall be my guide. 
 
 Your love Til keep in mind. 
 
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 My hours mispent this day I rue, 
 My good things done, how very few ! 
 
 Forgive my faults, O Lord ! 
 This night, if in thy grace 1 rest. 
 To-morrow 1 may rise refresh' d. 
 
 To keep thy holy word. 
 
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 VVIther'd across the way ; 
 Tlie lamb amidst the flock may die, 
 The grave unthought of may be nigh 
 
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 Oh, let not one short day be past. 
 
 Without a pardon souglit : 
 Many a day ha-^ proved tlie hist, 
 And suddeuly their lot been, cast. 
 Who little fearM or thouojht. 
 
 Now, Saviour, bless me : thien^ 
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 My life or death may be, 
 There shall be left no cause for fear ; 
 For, if remov'd from living here, 
 
 A heav'n remains for nie. 
 
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