,transcriber's ,note3 ,the exact date of publication is unknown1 however1 there is an inscription dated #ahth ,march #ahbc on the upper paste-down in the original book4 ,the cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain4 ,the caret character has been used to denote superscripts1 e4g4 ,dr4 ,twenty ,six ,choice ,,poetical ,,extracts4 ,selected from ,celebrated ,authors1 and ,printed from ,,copper ,,plates ,engraved ,expressly for the ,work1 ,each embellished with a ,,beautiful ,,vignette1 ,illustrative of the ,subject4 ,,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller4 #bd4 ,old ,fish ,street and ,sold by ,j4 ,arliss4 #ch4 ,newgate ,street and ,r4 ,hill4 ,high ,street ,borough4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,illustration ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #a4 ,illustration ,on ,,the ,,bible ,dr4 ,stennett4 ,let avarice from shore to shore ,her fav'rite ,god pursue2 ,thy ,word1 ,o ,lord1 we value more ,than ,india or ,peru4 ,here mines of knowledge1 love1 and joy1 ,are open'd to our sight2 ,the purest gold without alloy1 ,and gems divinely bright4 ,the counsels of redeeming grace1 ,these sacred leaves unfold2 ,and here the saviour's lovely face ,our raptur'd eyes behold4 ,here1 light descending from above ,directs our doubtful feet3 ,here promises of heav'nly love ,our ardent wishes meet4 ,our num'rous griefs are here redrest1 ,and all our wants supply'd2 ,nought we can ask to make us blest1 ,is in this ,book deny'd4 ,for these inestimable gains1 ,that so enrich the mind2 ,o may we search with eager pains1 ,assur'd that we shall find6 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #b4 ,illustration ,,on ,,the ,,new ,,testament4 ,dr4 ,watts4 ,happy the humble soul that takes ,and binds the gospel to his heart1 ,that tastes the love the saviour speaks1 ,and feels the joys his lips impart4 ,not ,sinai's dreadful thunders roll1 ,nor there his wrathful lightning shines2 ,but peace to cheer the fainting soul1 ,while grace and glory swell the lines3 ,come then1 ye trembling souls1 with joy4 ,accept the freely offer'd grace2 ,the smiling saviour mourns your stay1 ,whilst love invites you to his face4 ,hark1 ye that seek for perfect bliss1 ,ye that would walk the heav'nly road6 ,the gospel shews where ,jesus is1 ,and leads you to his blest abode4 ,lord when to see thy grace display'd1 ,this sacred volume ,i peruse4 ,send down thy spirit to my aid1 ,lest ,i that sovereign grace refuse4 ,oh6 draw me with thy cords of love2 ,thy will ,i'll joyfully obey4 ,till ,i ascend to dwell above1 ,in realms of everlasting day4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #c4 ,illustration ,,soliloquy4 ,o thou allpowerful1 holy1 just1 and wise ,creator and preserver of the world6 ,look down on me1 a poor dejected worm1 ,part of thy work2 my form thy hand bestow'd1 ,my soul1 my being1 and my health1 thy gifts6 ,desert me not1 nor leave me to myself ,forlorn1 to wander through life's dreary waste1 ,unskilful where to tread2 but let thy light ,conduct me through each puzzling labyrinth1 ,and thwarting stream1 that happ'ly ,i may gain ,the blissful coast6 where sorrow never comes1 ,nor pain assaults4--,oh6 let thy holy grace ,sit regnant in my breast6 subdue the unruly will1 ,and keep the factious powr's in due restraint1 ,that so1 no evil thought1 nor word1 nor deed1 ,may taint my soul6 offend thy gracious eye1 ,and plunge me in the dreadful depths of hell3 ,but let me move in virtues middle path1 ,nor err to right1 or left1 where danger lies4 ,and ,oh6 as down the rugged road ,i pass1 ,let me adore thy love1 and own thy pow'r2 ,inspire my heart with thanks1 and let my tongue ,enrapturd chaunt aloud thy sacred praise4 ,british ,mag4 #agdg ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #d4 ,illustration ,,the ,,sabbath4 ,ere yet the dawn has streak'd the eastern skies1 ,ere yet the lark has sung her morning lay1 ,early1 upon that sacred day1 arise1 ,that thou may'st pass it in a pious way2 ',tis not a day in listless sleep to waste1 ',tis not a day1 to lie in bed supine1 ,but 'tis a day1 by ,christians to be past ,in ev'ry act and exercise divine6 ',tis not a day in saunt'ring to be past1-- ,in drunkenness1 or1 to some bad intent1 ,but 'tis a day which long as it does last1 ,should be in holy works entirely spent3 ,a day--which in devotion we should spend1-- ,a day--to do the business of the ,lord1-- ,a day--we should in pray'r1 and reading1 end1-- ,a day--wherein our ,god should be ador'd1-- ,a day--from ev'ry worldly work1 to rest1-- ,a day--to deeds of ,holiness assign'd1-- ,a day--that is beyond all others blest3 ,and not a day for idleness1 design'd4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #e4 ,illustration ,,noah',s ,,ark4 ,hart4 ,when ,noah1 with his favor'd few1 ,was order'd to embark2 ,eight human souls1 a little crew1 ,enter'd on board the ,ark4 ,tho' ev'ry part he might secure ,with bar1 or bolt1 or pin2 ,to make the preservation sure1 ,jehovah shut him in4 ,the ,waters then might swell their tides1 ,and billows rage and roar2 ,they could not stave th' assaulted sides1 ,nor burst the batter'd door4 ,so souls that do in ,christ believe1 ,quicken'd by vital faith2 ,eternal life at once receive1 ,and never shall see death4 ,in his own heart the ,christian puts ,no trust2 but builds his hopes ,on him that opes1 and no man shuts1 ,and shuts1 and no man opes4 ,in ,christ his ,ark he safely rides1 ,not wreck'd by ,death or ,sin3 ,how is it he so safe abides8 ,the ,lord has shut him in4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #f4 ,illustration ,,the ,,rainbow4 ,dr4 ,haweis4 ,behold the gay ,bow in the sky1 ,how vivid the colours are seen2 ,its glories extended on high1 ,with purple1 and orange1 and green4 ,thro' the drops as they fall1 the ,sun's beams ,refracted1 reflected we view1 ,as it glows1 as it fades1 the sweet scenes1 ,our wonder1 our pleasure renew4 ,but oh6 with what heighten'd delight ,in heav'n the bright object ,i trace1 ,when by faith ,i contemplate the sight1 ,as the sign of a cov'nant of grace4 ,when over me hangs the thick cloud1 ,and darkness with horrors outspread2 ,mighty thund'rings with lightnings aloud1 ,roll terribly over my head4 ,no deluge of wrath shall ,i fear1 ,no more can the floods of the deep1 ,their billows affrighted uprear1 ,the globe with destruction to sweep4 ,tho' the heav'ns all on fire be dissolv'd1 ,the elements melting with heat1 ,the earth with fierce flames be involv'd1 ,unmov'd ,i these terrors can meet4 ,that emerald ,bow round the throne1 ,the pledge of his favor ,i see3 ,come1 welcome1 dear ,lord1 to thine own1 ,i long to be ever with thee4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #g4 ,illustration ,after this manner therefore pray ye4 ,father of all6 we bow to thee1 ,who dwells in heav'n ador'd2 ,but present still thro' all thy works1 ,the universal ,lord4 ,all hallow'd be thy sacred name1 ,o'er all the nations known2 ,advance the kingdom of thy grace1 ,and let thy glory come4 ,a grateful homage may we yield1 ,with hearts resign'd to thee2 ,and as in heav'n thy will is done1 ,on earth so let it be4 ,from day to day we humbly own ,the hand that feeds us still3 ,give us our bread1 and let us rest ,contented in thy will4 ,our sins and trespasses we own3 ,o may they be forgiv'n6 ,that mercy we to others shew1 ,we pray the like from heav'n4 ,our life let still thy grace direct1 ,from evil guard our way1 ,and in temptation's fatal path ,permit us not to stray4 ,for thine the pow'r1 the kingdom thine1 ,all glory's due to thee3 ,thine from eternity they were1 ,and thine shall ever be4 ,addison4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #h4 ,illustration ,,retirement ,far from the world1 ,o ,lord1 ,i flee1 ,from strife and tumult far6 ,from scenes1 where ,satan wages still ,his most successful war4 ,the calm retreat1 the silent shade1 ,with pray'r and praise agree3 ,and seem1 by thy sweet bounty made1 ,for those who follow thee4 ,there1 if thy ,spirit touch the soul1 ,and grace her mean abode3 ,oh1 with what peace1 and joy1 and love1 ,she communes with her ,god4 ,there1 like the nightingale she pours ,her solitary lays2 ,nor asks a witness of her song1 ,nor thirsts for human praise4 ,author and guardian of my life2 ,sweet source of light divine2 ,and 7all harmonious names in one7 ,my ,savior1 ,thou art mine6 ,what thanks ,i owe ,thee1 and what love1 ,a boundless1 endless store2 ,shall echo thro' the realms above1 ,when time shall be no more4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #i4 ,illustration ,,christmas ,,morn4 ,awake my soul1 your hallelujahs sing ,to your omnipotent1 your new born king1 ,assist ye ev'ry power the lofty theme1 ,to sound incessant his almighty name1 ,let heaven and earth revere the joyous morn1 ,whereon the ,saviour of the ,world was born1 ,angels and ,seraphs spread hosanna's round1 ,ye rolling spheres return the blissful sound3 ,to conquer sin and break its stubborn chain1 ,the ,son of ,god becomes the son of man4 ,man 7doom'd to miseries thro ,adams fall7 ,he came to save and to redeem us all1 ,thy sacred limbs were in a manger laid1 ,while by thy side1 an ox1 and ass1 were fed1 ,lord of the world6 thou there didst deign to lie1 ,to teach weak mortals thy humility4 ,almighty ,jesus ,i with bended knee1 ,my daily thanks and praise do offer thee1 ,light on my mind the lamp of heav'nly grace1 ,for ever guide me in the paths of peace1 ,that when this earthly frame returns to clay1 ,my soul may fly where reigns eternal day4 ,british ,mag #agdg4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #aj4 ,illustration ,,new ,,year',s ,,day4 ,newton4 ,while with ceaseless course the sun ,hasted thro' the former year1 ,many souls their race have run1 ,never more to meet us here3 ,fixt in an eternal state1 ,they have done with all below1 ,we a little longer wait1 ,but how little--none can know4 ,as the winged arrow flies1 ,speedily the mark to find2 ,as the lightning from the skies ,darts1 and leaves no trace behind3 ,swiftly thus our fleeting days ,bear us down life's rapid stream2 ,upwards1 ,lord1 our spirits raise1 ,all below is but a dream4 ,thanks for mercies past receive1 ,pardon of our sins renew2 ,teach us henceforth1 how to live ,with eternity in view3 ,bless thy word to young and old1 ,fill us with a ,saviour's love2 ,and when life's short tale is told1 ,may we dwell with thee above4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #aa4 ,illustration ,,winter',s ,,night4 ,cowper4 ,poor yet industrious1 modest1 quiet1 neat1 ,such claim compassion in a night like this1 ,and have a friend in ev'ry feeling heart4 ,warm'd1 while it lasts1 by labour1 all day long ,they brave the season1 and yet find at eve1 ,ill clad1 and fed but sparely1 time to cool4 ,the frugal housewife trembles when she lights ,her scanty stock of brushwood1 blazing clear1 ,but dying soon1 like all terrestrial joys4 ,the few small embers left she nurses well2 ,and1 while her infant race1 with outspread hands1 ,and crowded knees1 sit cow'ring oer the sparks1 ,retires1 content to quake1 so they be warm'd4 ,the man feels least1 as more inur'd than she ,to winter1 and the current in his veins ,more briskly mov'd by his severer toil2 ,yet he too finds his own distress in theirs4 ,the taper soon extinguished1 which ,i saw ,dangling along at the cold finger's end ,just when the day declin'd2 and the brown loaf ,lodg'd on the shelf1 half eaten without sauce ,of savory cheese1 or butter1 costlier still2 ,sleep seems their only refuge3 for alas1 ,where penury is felt the thought is chain'd1 ,and sweet colloquial pleasures are but few6 ,they live1 and live without extorted alms ,from grudging hands2 but other boast have none1 ,to soothe their honest pride1 that scorns to beg1 ,nor comfort else1 but in their mutual love4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #ab4 ,illustration ,on ,providence ,thomson4 ,think not1 when all your scanty stores afford1 ,is spread at once upon the sparing board2 ,think not1 when worn the homely robe appears1 ,while on the roof the howling tempest bears2 ,what further shall this feeble life sustain ,and what shall clothe these shiv'ring limbs again4 ,say1 does not life its nourishment exceed8 ,and the fair body its investing weed8 ,behold6 and look away your low despair1 ,see the light tenants of the barren air3 ,to them nor stores1 nor granaries belong1 ,nought but the woodland1 and the pleasing song2 ,yet your kind heav'nly ,father bends his eye ,on the least wing that flits along the sky4 ,to him1 they sing when ,spring renews the plain2 ,to him1 they cry in ,winter's pinching reign2 ,nor is their music1 nor their plaint in vain3 ,he hears the gay1 and the distressful call1 ,and with unsparing bounty fills them all4 ,observe the rising lily's snowy grace2 ,observe the various vegetable race2 ,they neither toil1 nor spin1 but careless grow2 ,yet see how warm they blush1 how bright they glow6 ,what regal vestments can with them compare6 ,what ,king so shining1 or what queen so fair6 ,if ceaseless thus the fowls of heav'n he feeds1 ,if o'er the fields such lucid robes he spreads2 will he not care for you1 ye faithless say6 ,is he unwise8 or are ye less than they8 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #ac4 ,illustration ,,the ,,prodigal4 ,watts4 ,behold the wretch whose lust and wine ,had wasted his estate1 ,he begs a share among the swine1 ,to taste the husks they eat4 ,i die with hunger here 7he cries7 ,i starve in foreign lands2 ,my father's house has large supplies1 ,and bounteous are his hands4 ,i'll go1 and with a mournful tongue ,fall down before his face2 ,father1 ,i've done thy justice wrong1 ,nor can deserve thy grace4 ,he said1 and hasten'd to his home1 ,to seek his father's love2 ,the father saw the rebel come1 ,and all his bowels move4 ,he ran1 and fell upon his neck1 ,embrac'd and kiss'd his son4 ,the rebels heart with sorrow brake1 ,for follies he had done4 ,take off his clothes of shame and sin1 7,the father gives command7 ,dress him in garments white and clean1 ,with rings adorn his hand4 ,a day of feasting ,i ordain1 ,let mirth and joy abound2 ,my son was dead1 and lives again1 ,was lost1 and now is found4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #ad4 ,illustration ,,the ,,death of the ,,righteous4 ,blair4 ------------------------,sure the last end ,of the good man is peace4 ,how calm his exit6 ,night-dews fall not more gently on the ground1 ,nor weary worn-out winds expire so soft4 ,by unperceiv'd degrees he wears away2 ,yet1 like the sun1 seems larger at the setting6 ,high in his faith and hopes1 look how he reaches ,after the prize in view6 and1 like a bird ,that's hamper'd1 struggles hard to get away6 ,whilst the glad gates of sight are wide expanded ,to let new glories in1 the first fair fruits ,of the fast-coming ,harvest6 ,then6 oh then6 ,each earth-born joy grows vile1 or disappears1 ,shrunk to a thing of nought4 ,o how he longs ,to have his passport sign'd1 and be dismiss'd6 ',tis done1 and now he's happy4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #ae4 ,illustration ,,david ,,and ,,goliath ,fellows4 ,let no man dread1 the youth began1 ,this haughty monster of a man2 ,that dares all ,israel's host defy1 ,his time is come1 his end is nigh6 ,and1 trusting in ,jehovah's might1 ,myself will undertake the flight-- ,thou hast not strength1 the monarch cries1 ,against this man of war to rise6 ,unus'd to arms1 unknown to war4 ,thy bleating flocks have been thy care2 ,but he in camps his life hath led1 ,to all the toils of battle bred2 ,beside his strength3--,the youth rejoins1 ,jehovah's pow'r the brighter shines ,when great designs his spirit breeds1 ,and infants dare immortal deeds4 ,the track of war ,i never trod4 ,but still have felt th' inspiring ,god ,for when ,i watch'd my fleecy care1 ,i slew a lion and a bear1 ,which did my fenceless fold invade1 ,and in the dust the monsters laid4 ',twas ,israel's ,god that deign'd to bless ,my youthful arm with such success4 ,like one of these the wretch shall bleed1 ,and wond'ring armies mark the deed-- ,the monarch hears with glad surprize1 ,and to the youth in rapture cries1 ,then go to meet him void of fear1 ,and may thy ,god indeed be there6 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #af4 ,illustration ,against ,,pride of ,,beauty4 ,dr4 ,collyer4 ,behold the blushing rose ,her lovely tints display1 ,the queen of ev'ry flow'r that blows ,beneath the eye of day6 ,yon lily of the vale1 ,scarce peeping thro' the green1 ,that folds around her bosom pale1 ,aspires not to be seen4 ,the same ,almighty hand ,that decks with gems the skies1 ,makes the ,fly's painted wings expand1 ,and the gay tulip rise4 ,when tempests threaten loud1 ,his rays of light he pours1 ,and forms the rainbow in the cloud1 ,dissolving soon in show'rs6 ,and shall a child be vain1 ,less than the lily fair8 ,can ,i so soft a tint obtain1 ,or with the rose compare8 ,the beauty of the mind ,let me then learn to prize1 ,nor boast of features far beneath ,the pride of flow'rs and flies6 ,if ,i am not as fair1 ,i am as frail as they4 ,to honour ,god be all my care1 ,and that without delay4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #ag4 ,illustration ,the ,,village ,,preacher ,goldsmith4 ,near yonder copse1 where once the garden smil'd1 ,and still where many a garden flow'r grows wild1 ,there1 where a few torn shrubs the place disclose1 ,the village preacher's modest mansion rose4 ,a man he was to all the country dear1 ,and passing rich with forty pounds a year2 ,remote from towns he ran his godly race1 ,nor e'er had chang'd1 nor wish'd to change his place2 ,unskilful he to fawn1 or seek for pow'r1 ,by doctrines fashioned to the varying hour2 ,far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize1 ,more bent to raise the wretched than to rise4 ,beside the bed1 where parting life was laid1 ,and sorrow1 guilt1 and pain1 by turns dismay'd1 ,the rev'rend champion stood4 ,at his controul ,despair and anguish fled the struggling soul2 ,comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise1 ,and his last falt'ring accents whisper'd praise4 ,at church with meek and unaffected grace1 ,his looks adorn'd the venerable place2 ,truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway2 ,and fools1 who came to scoff1 remain'd to pray4 ,the service past1 around the pious man1 ,with ready zeal1 each honest rustic ran2 ,ev'n children follow'd with endearing wile1 ,and pluck'd his gown1 to share the good man's smile1 ,his ready smile a parents warmth express'd1 ,their welfare pleas'd him1 and their care distress'd2 ,to them his heart1 his love1 his griefs were giv'n1 ,but all his serious thoughts had rest in heav'n4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #ah4 ,illustration ,,the ,,crucifixion4 ,dr4 ,stennett ',tis finish'd6--so the ,saviour cry'd1 ,and meekly bow'd his head and dy'd4 ',tis finish'd--yes1 the race is run1 ,the battle fought1 the vic'try won4 ',tis finish'd--all that heav'n decreed1 ,and all the ancient prophets said1 ,is now fulfill'd1 as was design'd1 ,in me1 the ,saviour of mankind4 ',tis finish'd--,aaron now no more ,must stain his robes with purple gore1 ,the sacred veil is rent in twain1 ,and ,jewish rites no more remain4 ',tis finish'd--this my dying groan ,shall sins of ev'ry land atone1 ,millions shall be redeem'd from death1 ,by this my last expiring breath4 ',tis finish'd--heav'n is reconcil'd1 ,and all the pow'rs of darkness spoild2 ,peace1 love1 and happiness again ,return1 and dwell with sinful men4 ',tis finishd--let the joyful sound ,be heard thro' all the nations round3 ',tis finish'd--let the echo fly ,thro heav'n and hell1 thro earth and sky4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #ai4 ,illustration ,,easter ,,day4 ,mrs4 ,barbanld4 ,this day be grateful homage paid1 ,and loud hosannas sung3 ,let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart1 ,and praise on ev'ry tongue4 ,ten thousand diff'rent lips shall join1 ,to hail this welcome morn1 ,which scatters blessings from its wings1 ,to nations yet unborn4 ,jesus the friend of human kind1 ,with strong compassion mov'd1 ,descended1 like a pitying ,god1 ,to save the souls he lov'd4 ,the pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain1 ,to bind his soul in death2 ,he shook their kingdom1 when he fell1 ,with his expiring breath4 ,not long the toils of ,hell could keep ,the hope of ,judah's line2 ,corruption never could take hold ,on aught so much divine4 ,and now his conqu'ring chariot wheels ,ascend the lofty skies2 ,while broke1 beneath his pow'rful cross1 ,death's iron sceptre lies4 ,exalted high at ,god's right hand1 ,the ,lord of all below3 ,thro him is pard'ning love dispens'd1 ,and boundless blessings flow4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #bj4 ,illustration ,a ,,thought ,,on ,,waking4 ,anonymous4 ,sleep by night1 and cares by day1 ,bear my fleeting life away3 ,lo6 in yonder eastern skies1 ,the ,sun appears1 and bids me rise3 ,tells me1 ,life is on the wing1 ,and has no returning spring3 ,death comes on with steady pace1 ,and life's the only day of grace4-- ,shining ,preacher6 happy morning1 ,let me take th' important warning3 ,rouse then all my active pow'rs1 ,well improve the coming hours3 ,let no trifles kill the day1 7,trifles oft our hearts betray7 ,wisdom1 ,virtue1 ,knowledge1 ,truth1 ,guide th' enquiries of my youth4 ,wisdom and experience sage1 ,then shall soothe the cares of age2 ,these with time shall never die2 ,those will lead to joys on high2 ,those the path of life display1 ,shining with celestial day2 ,blissful path6 with safety trod1 ,the end of which is heav'n and ,god4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #ba4 ,illustration ,,industry4 ,anonymous4 ,behold1 fond youth1 that busy bee2 ,how swift she flies from tree to tree2 ,extracting flow'ry sweets2 ,thus cheerful all the day she'll roam1 ,at evening seek her much lov'd home1 ,to treasure all she meets4 ,full well she knows1 that winter keen1 ,must come to blast this painted scene1 ,with famine on his wing3 ,her prudent labors find repose2 ,nor winters cold1 nor want she knows1 ,till time renews the spring4 ,while yonder drone in sunny haunts1 ,who just supplies his present wants1 ,nor heeds the passing hours2 ,soon bleak december's piercing air1 ,shall mock his want of timely care1 ,and chill his vital powers4 ,like the dull drone1 should he who throws ,away what ,providence bestows4 ,feel pinching hours of need2 ,while they whose care is to increase1 ,find1 like the bee1 in winter peace1 ,and every good succeed4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #bb4 ,illustration ,,journey ,,to ,,emmaus4 ,cowper4 ,it happen'd on a solemn eventide ,soon after he that was our surety died1 ,two bosom friends1 each pensively inclin'd4 ,the scene of all those sorrows left behind1 ,sought their own village1 busied as they went ,in musings worthy of the great event2 ,they spake of him they lov'd1 of him whose life ,tho' blameless1 had incur'd perpetual strife1 ,whose deeds had left1 in spite of hostile arts1 ,a deep memorial graven on their hearts4 ,the recollection1 like a vein of ore1 ,the further trac'd1 enrich'd them still the more2 ,they thought him1 and they justly thought him1 one ,sent to do more than he appear'd t' have done ,t' exalt a people1 and to place them high ,above all else1 and wonder'd he should die1 ,ere yet they brought their journey to an end1 ,a stranger join'd them1 courteous as a friend4 ,and ask'd them with a kind engaging air ,what their affliction was1 and begg'd a share4 ,inform'd1 he gather'd up the broken thread1 ,and truth and wisdom gracing all he said1 ,explain'd1 illustrated1 and search'd so well ,the tender theme on which they chose to dwell ,that1 reaching home1 the night1 they said is near1 ,we must not now be parted1 sojourn here4 ,the new acquaintance1 soon became a guest ,and made so welcome at their simple feast ,he bless'd the bread1 but vanish'd at the word1 ,and left them both exclaiming1 ',t'was the ,lord'6 ,did not our hearts feel all he deign'd to say4 ,did they not burn within us by the way8 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #bc4 ,illustration ,a ,,country ,,prospect4 ,sir ,richd ,hill4 ,while all thy glories1 ,o my ,god6 ,thro the creation shine2 ,while rocks1 and hills1 and fertile vales ,proclaim the hand divine4 ,o may ,i view with humble heart ,the wonders of thy pow'r1 ,display'd alike in wilder scenes1 ,as in each blade and flow'r4 ,but while ,i taste thy blessings1 ,lord1 ,and sip the streams below1 ,o may my soul be led to thee1 ,from whence all blessings flow2 ,and if such footsteps of thy love1 ,thro this lost world we trace2 ,how far transcendent are thy works ,throughout the world of grace4 ,just as before yon noontide sun1 ,the brightest stars are small4 ,so earthly comforts are but snares1 ,till grace has crown'd them all4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #bd4 ,illustration ,,hay ,,time4 ,newton4 ,the grass and flow'rs which clothe the field1 ,and look so green and gay1 ,touch'd by the scythe1 defenceless yield1 ,and fall1 and fade away4 ,fit emblem of our mortal state3 ,thus in the scripture glass1 ,the young1 the strong2 the wise1 the great2 ,may see themselves but grass4 ,o6 trust not to your fleeting breath1 ,nor call your time your own2 ,around you see the scythe of death ,is mowing thousands down4 ,and you1 who hitherto are spar'd1 ,must shortly yield your lives3 ,your wisdom is to be prepar'd1 ,before the stroke arrives4 ,the grass1 when dead1 revives no more2 ,you die to live again2 ,but oh6 if death should prove the door ,to everlasting pain4 ,lord1 help us to obey thy call1 ,that from our sins set free1 ,when like the grass our bodies fall1 ,our souls may spring to thee4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #be4 ,illustration ,,samuel4 ,anonymous4 ,when ,i survey this holy child1 ,with bended knee1 and count'nance mild1 ,with eyes and hands uplift in prayer1 ,the approving ray from heaven there4 ,what that implies ,o could ,i be1 ,whene'er to ,god ,i bend the knee6 ,thus fervent1 reverent1 and meek1 ,when ,i for heavenly blessings seek6 ,but ah6 ,i have a foe within1 ,no print can shew the power of sin6 ,this cools my fervour and desires1 ,this unbelief and dread inspires4 ,o for thy holy ,spirit1 ,lord6 ,this to my prayers shall life afford6 ,with ,samuel's faith my soul supply1 ,whene'er ,i to thy throne draw nigh4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,no4 #bf4 ,illustration ,,whitsunday4 ,watts4 ,great was the day1 the joy was great1 ,when the divine disciples met1 ,whilst on their heads the ,spirit came1 ,and sat like tongues of cloven flame4 ,what gifts1 what miracles he gave6 ,and pow'r to kill1 and pow'r to save6 ,furnish'd their tongues with wond'rous words1 ,instead of shields1 and spears1 and swords6 ,thus arm'd1 he sent the champions forth1 ,from east to west1 from south to north2 ,go1 and assert your ,saviour's cause2 ,go1 spread the myst'ry of his cross4 ,these weapons of the holy war1 ,of what almighty force they are1 ,to make our stubborn passions bow1 ,and lay the proudest rebel low4 ,nations1 the learned and the rude1 ,are by these heavenly arms subdued2 ,while satan rages at his loss1 ,and hates the doctrine of the cross4 ,great ,king of grace6 my heart subdue6 ,i would be led in triumph too4 ,a willing captive to my ,lord1 ,and sing the victories of his word4 ,london1 ,published by ,r4 ,miller1 ,old ,fish ,street1 ,doctors ,commons4