A MOTHER'S BLESSING. YE parents that have children in this place, And would instruct them in the paths of grace, Some little time from worldly business spare, You shall a wonderful example hear. Dear mother on my knees I bend thus low, To ask your blessing ere to school I go ; Your blessing therefore mother give to me, And pray God's servant may I ever be. My child the only blessing of my heart, May all the blessings heaven can impart, Upon thee light.—In God's way run thy race, Seeking the true righteousness, and saving grace, May God preserve and keep you from all sin, Preserve your going out and coming in, Knowledge to seek be your heart still inclin'd One blest with heavenly grace, in such degree, She might a pattern of obedience be, That others her example might persue, In duty towards God and parents too. In the morning early she'd be sure to rise, When she to heaven, with thanks did cast her eyes For rest and for safety she did daily pray, For God s protection both by night and day. Which done unto her mother speed she would, Then with her mother would devoutly kneel, And in her prayers shew'd a christian's zeal. Breakfast and dinner she'd no meat receive, Till she a blessing crav'd and thanks did give, Nor would ever to her bed repair, Unless to God she made a fervent prayer. What leisure time she had from school each day, She'd not like other children spend in play, But would to read or prayer employ her time. Idleness to her was a grievous crime, My mother often has told me that I When it's God's pleasure, must surely die, This I believe and my young eyes they have, Seen many young and old go to the grave. And for to die I'm not afraid, She daily by the law of God did live, Her thoughts, her words, her actions, were divine How to gain heaven she spent all her time. Mother, dry up our tears, and cease your grief. Christ will your comfort be, and send relief, I was but sent you, as a pattern given, To shew young children how to go to heaven. Thy precious soul from hence shall take its flight. There's not one living, but to die is born, Man came from dust, and must to dust return. What children can forbear to weep, To read of this our Saviour's sorrow deep, What agonies and torments he pass'd through For to redeem mankind from endless woe. O mother dear, I'm wrapt'd in joyful thought, So think how near to heaven I am brought, To think how angels for my soul did wait, For to conduct me into heaven's gate. Now, mother, now, the joyful hour is come, Now give to thy dear child a parting kiss, Rejoice—your griefs you must retain, Tho' here we part, in heaven we meet again. Parents train up your children thus when young, Then as in years in grace grow strong, Do your part as did this widow here, God then will bless you and your child, You therefore that do prize this book This pious book, put it up carefully, And when they sin and disobedient are, Let them unto this little book repair. Who knows, but reading this example will, Thro' God's grace reclaim them from all ill, To be the means to bring them when they die, To live with Christ and Saints in heaven. London : Printed by W. S. FORTEY, Monmouth Court, Bloomsbury. The Oldest and Cheapest House in the World for Ballads (4,000 sorts), Children's Books, Song Books, &c.
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A MOTHER'S BLESSING.
YE parents that have children in this place, And would instruct them in the paths of grace, Some little time from worldly business spare, You shall a wonderful example hear. Dear mother on my knees I bend thus low, To ask your blessing ere to school I go ; Your blessing therefore mother give to me, And pray God's servant may I ever be. My child the only blessing of my heart, May all the blessings heaven can impart, Upon thee light.—In God's way run thy race, Seeking the true righteousness, and saving grace, May God preserve and keep you from all sin, Preserve your going out and coming in, Knowledge to seek be your heart still inclin'd One blest with heavenly grace, in such degree, She might a pattern of obedience be, That others her example might persue, In duty towards God and parents too. In the morning early she'd be sure to rise, When she to heaven, with thanks did cast her eyes For rest and for safety she did daily pray, For God s protection both by night and day. Which done unto her mother speed she would, Then with her mother would devoutly kneel, And in her prayers shew'd a christian's zeal.
Breakfast and dinner she'd no meat receive, Till she a blessing crav'd and thanks did give, Nor would ever to her bed repair, Unless to God she made a fervent prayer. What leisure time she had from school each day, She'd not like other children spend in play, But would to read or prayer employ her time. Idleness to her was a grievous crime,
My mother often has told me that I When it's God's pleasure, must surely die, This I believe and my young eyes they have, Seen many young and old go to the grave. And for to die I'm not afraid, She daily by the law of God did live, Her thoughts, her words, her actions, were divine How to gain heaven she spent all her time. Mother, dry up our tears, and cease your grief. Christ will your comfort be, and send relief, I was but sent you, as a pattern given, To shew young children how to go to heaven. Thy precious soul from hence shall take its flight. There's not one living, but to die is born, Man came from dust, and must to dust return. What children can forbear to weep, To read of this our Saviour's sorrow deep, What agonies and torments he pass'd through For to redeem mankind from endless woe. O mother dear, I'm wrapt'd in joyful thought, So think how near to heaven I am brought, To think how angels for my soul did wait, For to conduct me into heaven's gate. Now, mother, now, the joyful hour is come, Now give to thy dear child a parting kiss, Rejoice—your griefs you must retain, Tho' here we part, in heaven we meet again. Parents train up your children thus when young, Then as in years in grace grow strong, Do your part as did this widow here, God then will bless you and your child, You therefore that do prize this book This pious book, put it up carefully, And when they sin and disobedient are, Let them unto this little book repair. Who knows, but reading this example will, Thro' God's grace reclaim them from all ill, To be the means to bring them when they die, To live with Christ and Saints in heaven.
London : Printed by W. S. FORTEY, Monmouth Court, Bloomsbury. The Oldest and Cheapest House in the World for Ballads (4,000 sorts), Children's Books, Song Books, &c.
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