SONG V. Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land.

SONG V.

Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land.

I.

GREAT GOD, to thee my Voice I raise, To thee my youngest Hours belong; I would begin my Life with Praise, Till growing Years improve the Song.

II.

'Tis to thy sov'reign Grace I owe That I was born on British Ground; Where Streams of heav'nly Mercy flow, And Words of sweet Salvation sound.

III.

I would not change my native Land For rich Peru with all her Gold: A nobler Prize lies in my Hand, Than East or Western Indies hold.

IV.

How do I pity those that dwell Where Ignorance and Darkness reigns! They know no Heav'n, they fear no Hell, Those endless Joys, those endless Pains.

V.

Thy glorious Promises, O LORD, Kindle my Hopes and my Desire; While all the Preachers of thy Word Warn me to 'scape eternal Fire.

VI.

Thy Praise shall still employ my Breath, Since thou hast mark'd my Way to Heav'n; Nor will I run the Road to Death, And waste the Blessings thou hast giv'n.