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<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <hr /> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="a001-illus.jpg" id="a001-illus.jpg"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/a001-illus.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="744" alt="Book Cover" title="" /></div> <hr /> <h2>Watt's Songs</h2> <h1><span class="smcap">Against<br/> Faults</span></h1> <p> </p> <h4>McLOUGHLIN BROS., Publishers,<br/> NEW YORK.</h4> <hr /> <h1><i>WATTS' DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS.</i></h1> <hr class="hr2" /> <p> </p> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="p001-illus.jpg" id="p001-illus.jpg"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/p001-illus.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="533" alt="Child praying in bed" title="" /></div> <h2>AGAINST LYING.</h2> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">O 'tis a lovely thing for youth<br/></span> <span class="i1">To walk betimes in wisdom's way;<br/></span> <span class="i0">To fear a lie, to speak the truth,<br/></span> <span class="i1">That we may trust to all they say!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But liars we can never trust,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Though they should speak the thing that's true;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And he that does one fault at first,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And lies to hide it, makes it two.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Have we not known, nor heard nor read<br/></span> <span class="i1">How God abhors deceit and wrong?<br/></span> <span class="i0">How Ananias was struck dead,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Caught with a lie upon his tongue?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">So did his wife Sapphira die,<br/></span> <span class="i1">When she came in, and grew so bold<br/></span> <span class="i0">As to confirm that wicked lie,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Which just before her husband told.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The Lord delights in them that speak<br/></span> <span class="i1">The words of truth; but every liar<br/></span> <span class="i0">Must have his portion in the lake<br/></span> <span class="i1">That burns with brimstone and with fire.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then let me always watch my lips,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Lest I be struck to death and hell,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Since God a book of reckoning keeps<br/></span> <span class="i1">For every lie that children tell.<br/></span></div> </div> <p> </p> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="p003-illus.jpg" id="p003-illus.jpg"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/p003-illus.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="534" alt="Siblings are reading" title="" /></div> <h2>LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS<br/> AND SISTERS.</h2> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Whatever brawls disturb the street,<br/></span> <span class="i1">There should be peace at home;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where sisters dwell and brothers meet<br/></span> <span class="i1">Quarrels should never come.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Birds in their little nests agree;<br/></span> <span class="i1">And 'tis a shameful sight,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When children of one family<br/></span> <span class="i1">Fall out, and chide, and fight.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Hard names at first, and threat'ning words<br/></span> <span class="i1">That are but noisy breath,<br/></span> <span class="i0">May grow to clubs and naked swords,<br/></span> <span class="i1">To murder and to death.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The devil tempts one mother's son<br/></span> <span class="i1">To rage against another:<br/></span> <span class="i0">So wicked Cain was hurried on,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Till he had kill'd his brother.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The wise will let their anger cool,<br/></span> <span class="i1">At least before 'tis night;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But in the bosom of a fool<br/></span> <span class="i1">It burns till morning light.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Our little brawls remove,<br/></span> <span class="i0">That, as we grow to riper age,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Our hearts may all be love!<br/></span></div> </div> <p> </p> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="p005-illus.jpg" id="p005-illus.jpg"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/p005-illus.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="532" alt="Bee hives" title="" /></div> <h2>AGAINST IDLENESS AND<br/> MISCHIEF.</h2> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">How doth the little busy bee<br/></span> <span class="i1">Improve each shining hour,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And gather honey all the day<br/></span> <span class="i1">From every opening flower!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">How skilfully she builds her cell!<br/></span> <span class="i1">How neat she spreads the wax!<br/></span> <span class="i0">And labors hard to store it well<br/></span> <span class="i1">With the sweet food she makes.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In works of labor or of skill<br/></span> <span class="i1">I would be busy too:<br/></span> <span class="i0">For Satan finds some mischief still<br/></span> <span class="i1">For idle hands to do.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In books, or work, or healthful play<br/></span> <span class="i1">Let my first years be past,<br/></span> <span class="i0">That I may give for every day<br/></span> <span class="i1">Some good account at last.<br/></span></div> </div> <p> </p> <h2>SOLEMN THOUGHTS ON GOD<br/> AND DEATH.</h2> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">There is a God that reigns above,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Lord of the heavens, and earth, and seas:<br/></span> <span class="i0">I fear his wrath, I ask his love,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And with my lips I sing his praise.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">There is a law which he has writ,<br/></span> <span class="i1">To teach us all what we must do:<br/></span> <span class="i0">My soul, to his commands submit,<br/></span> <span class="i1">For they are holy, just, and true.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">There is a Gospel of rich grace,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Whence sinners all their comforts draw:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lord, I repent, and seek thy face,<br/></span> <span class="i1">For I have often broke thy law.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">There is an hour when I must die,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Nor do I know how soon 'twill come:<br/></span> <span class="i0">A thousand children, young as I,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Are call'd by death to hear their doom.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Let me improve the hours I have,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Before the day of grace is fled:<br/></span> <span class="i0">There's no repentance in the grave,<br/></span> <span class="i1">No pardon offer'd to the dead.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Just as a tree cut down, that fell<br/></span> <span class="i1">To north or southward, there it lies,<br/></span> <span class="i0">So man departs to heaven or hell,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Fix'd in the state wherein he dies.<br/></span></div> </div> <p> </p> <h2>SUMMER'S EVENING.</h2> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun!<br/></span> <span class="i0">How lovely and joyful the course that he run;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And there follow'd some droppings of rain:<br/></span> <span class="i0">But now the fair traveler's come to the west,<br/></span> <span class="i0">His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best;<br/></span> <span class="i0">He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And foretells a bright rising again.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Just such is the Christian. His course he begins<br/></span> <span class="i0">Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And melts into tears; then he breaks out and shines,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And travels his heavenly way:<br/></span> <span class="i0">But when he comes nearer to finish his race<br/></span> <span class="i0">Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days<br/></span> <span class="i1">Of rising in brighter array.<br/></span></div> </div> <p> </p> <div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="p010-illus.jpg" id="p010-illus.jpg"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/p010-illus.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="527" alt="Two lions fighting" title="" /></div> <h2>AGAINST QUARRELLING AND<br/> FIGHTING.</h2> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Let dogs delight to bark and bite,<br/></span> <span class="i1">For God hath made them so;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Let bears and lions growl and fight,<br/></span> <span class="i1">For 'tis their nature, too.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But, children, you should never let<br/></span> <span class="i1">Such angry passions rise:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Your little hands were never made<br/></span> <span class="i1">To tear each other's eyes.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Let love through all your actions run<br/></span> <span class="i1">And all your words be mild;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Live like the blessed Virgin's Son,<br/></span> <span class="i1">That sweet and lovely child.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">His soul was gentle as a lamb;<br/></span> <span class="i1">And as his stature grew,<br/></span> <span class="i0">He grew in favor both with man,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And God his Father, too.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now, Lord of all, he reigns above;<br/></span> <span class="i1">And from his heavenly throne<br/></span> <span class="i0">He sees what children dwell in love,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And makes them for his own.<br/></span></div> </div> <p> </p> <h2>OUR SAVIOUR'S GOLDEN RULE.</h2> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Be you to others kind and true,<br/></span> <span class="i0">As you'd have others be to you;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And neither do nor say to men<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whate'er you would not take again.<br/></span></div> </div> <p> </p> <h3>DUTY TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOUR.</h3> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Love God with all your soul and strength<br/></span> <span class="i1">With all your heart and mind;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And love your neighbour as yourself:<br/></span> <span class="i1">Be faithful, just, and kind.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Deal with another as you'd have<br/></span> <span class="i1">Another deal with you:<br/></span> <span class="i0">What you're unwilling to receive<br/></span> <span class="i1">Be sure you never do.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr /> <h2>ILLUMINATED TEXTS,</h2> <h4>—FOR—</h4> <h1>SUNDAY SCHOOL REWARDS.</h1> <h3>BEAUTIFULLY PRINTED IN COLORS.</h3> <p class="center"><i>12 Different Packets,      13 Cents each.</i></p> <p class="cen">*****</p> <h1>HALF HOURS WITH THE BIBLE.</h1> <p class="center">An entirely new Series of Bible Histories for the Young. 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