Psal. XXXVII.
GOod God, how extreamly ingrateful are we! how strangely insensible of our ma∣nifest duty!
Every creature hears thy voice, but we; every thing lives by rule but we.
The Sun observs its constant rising; and sets exactly at his appointed time.
The Sun stands still, if thou commandest; and even goes back, to obey thy will.
And yet the Sun pretends no reward; nor looks to be plac'd in a higher heav'n.
We who expect those glorious promises; and aim no lower then the heav'n of heav'ns.
Shall we forget the law of our God; that on∣ly instructs us to perfect our selvs?
We who are bought by the blood of JESUS; and freely redeem'd by his sacred Cross.
Shall we neglect so gracious a Saviour; whose only design is to draw us to his love?
Shall we neglect so generous a love; whose only effect is to make us happy?