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Contents
PrefacePreface to the Present EditionSong 1. How glorious is our heavenly KingSong 2. I sing th' almighty power of GodSong 3. Blest be the wisdom and the powerSong 4. Whene'er I take my walks abroadSong 5. Great God, to thee my voice I raiseSong 6. Lord, I ascribe it to thy graceSong 7. Great God, with wonder and with praiseSong 8. The praises of my tongueSong 9. Almighty God, thy piercing eyeSong 10. There is a God that reigns aboveSong 11. There is beyond the skySong 12. Happy the child whose youngest yearsSong 13. Why should I say, “'Tis yet too soonSong 14. What blest examples do I findSong 15. O 'tis a lovely thing for youthSong 16. Let dogs delight to bark and biteSong 17. Whatever brawls disturb the streetSong 18. Our tongues were made to bless the LordSong 19. Angels, that high in glory dwellSong 20. How doth the little busy beeSong 21. Why should I join with those in playSong 22. Why should our garments, made to hideSong 23. Let children that would fear the LordSong 24. Why should I love my sports so wellSong 25. My God, who makes the sun to knowSong 26. And now another day is goneSong 27. This is the day when Christ aroseSong 28. Lord, how delightful 'tis to seeThe Ten CommandmentsThe Sum of the CommandmentsDuty to God and our neighborOur Saviour's Golden RuleThe Hosanna (L.M.)The Hosanna (C.M.)The Hosanna (S.M.)The Hosanna (L.M.)The Hosanna (C.M.)The Hosanna (S.M.)Moral SongsSong 1. 'Tis the voice of the SluggardSong 2. Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambsSong 3. How fair is the Rose!Song 4. Why should I deprive my neighbourSong 5. These Emmets, how little they are in our eyes!Song 6. Though I'm now in younger daysSong 7. How fine has the day been!Song 8. Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber! (Cradle hymn.)

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Song 13. Why should I say, “'Tis yet too soon

Why should I say, “‘Tis yet too soon “To seek for heaven or think of death?” A flower may fade before ‘tis noon, And I this day may lose my breath.

If this rebellious heart of mine Despise the gracious calls of Heaven, I may be harden’d in my sin, And never have given.

What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear, While I refuse to read and pray, That he’ll refuse to lend an ear To all my groans another day!

What if his dreadful anger burn, While I refuse his offer’d , And all his love to anger turn, And strike me dead upon the place!

’Tis dangerous to provoke a God! His power and vengeance none can tell: One stroke of his almighty rod Shall send young sinners quick to hell.

Then ‘twill for ever be in vain To cry for pardon or for ; To wish I had my time again, Or hope to see my Maker’s face.