Judgement for kids

i found this hymn by Charles Wesley, and what i found intresting is that its for kids, i have to children who i used to send to sunday shool but not anymore since they just play jesus and god...nothing to serius...thats not the impression i want them to have of god.

then i found this hymn ,aint many churches who would have thier kids quior sing this. Its just sad how changed everything is. Its intresting tho to dig up old treasures like this.

And must I be to judgment brought,
And answer in that day,
For every vain and idle thought,
And every word I say?

Yes, every secret of my heart,
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert
For all that I have done.

How careful, then ought I to live,
With what religious fear!
Who such a strict account must give
For my behavior here.

Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful power bestow;
So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.

If now Thou standest at the door,
O let me feel Thee near,
And make my peace with God, before
I at Thy bar appear.

Charles Wes­ley, Hymns for Child­ren, 1763.

Wow! What an amazing hymn! If only we would teach our children the fear of God like this!

some more i found

Come, children, learn to fear the Lord
And that your days be long,
Let not a false or spiteful word
Be found upon your tongue.

Depart from mischief, practice love,
Pursue the works of peace;
So shall the Lord your ways approve,
And set your souls at ease.

His eyes awake to guard the just,
His ears attend their cry;
When broken spirits dwell in dust,
The God of grace is nigh.

What though the sorrows here they taste
Are sharp and tedious too,
The Lord, Who saves them all at last,
Is their supporter now.

Evil shall smite the wicked dead;
But God secures His own,
Prevents the mischief when they slide,
Or heals the broken bone.

When desolation, like a flood,
O’er the proud sinner rolls,
Saints find a refuge in their God,
For He redeemed their souls.

Isaac Watts,
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Behold us, Lord, before Thee met
Whom each bright angel serves and fears,
Who on Thy throne rememberest yet
Thy spotless boyhood’s quiet years;
Whose feet the hills of Nazareth trod,
Who art true Man and perfect God.

To Thee we look, in Thee confide,
Our help is in Thine own dear Name;
For who on Jesus e’er relied,
And found not Jesus still the same?
Thus far Thy love our souls hath brought:
O stablish well what Thou hast wrought.

From Thee was our baptismal grace,
The holy seed by Thee was sown;
And now before our Father’s face
We make the three great vows our own,
And ask, in Thine appointed way,
Confirm us in Thy grace today.

We need Thee more than tongue can speak,
’Mid foes that well might cast us down;
But thousands, once as young and weak,
Have fought the fight, and won the crown;
We ask the help that bore them through;
We trust the Faithful and the True.

So bless us with the gift complete
By hands of Thy chief pastors giv’n,
That awful Presence kind and sweet,
Which comes in sevenfold might from Heav’n;
Eternal Christ, to Thee we bow:
Give us Thy Spirit here and now.

William Bright
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As now Thy children lowly kneel,
And all for mercy pray,
O Father, make us truly feel
The solemn words we say.

Teach us to hate the power of sin,
Which parts our souls from Thee;
Help us to make our life within
What Thou wilt love to see.

Teach us to trust the Lamb of God,
Who takes our sins away;
Help us to choose the path He trod,
And so Thy will obey.

Teach us to keep Thy holy laws
Because we trust Thy love;
Help us to rise, when Jesus draws
To better joys above.

O teach us more our sins to fear
And more Thy Word to love:
Help us on earth the cross to bear
And win the crown above.

Law­rence Tut­ti­ett,
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