"A Divine Song of Praise to God, for a Child", by Isaac Watts

This comes from The 1777 New England Primer, which I made an updated version of a few years ago.

How glorious is our heavenly King,
Who reigns above the sky!
How shall a child presume to sing
His righteous majesty!

How great His power is none can tell,
Nor think how great His grace;
Nor men below, nor saints that dwell
On high before His face.

Nor angels that stand 'round the Lord,
Can know His secret will;
But they perform His heavenly Word,
and sing His praises still.

Then let me join this holy train,
And my first offerings bring;
Eternal God will not disdain
to hear an infant sing.

My heart resolves, my tongue obeys,
And angels shall rejoice,
To hear their mighty Maker's praise
Sound from a feeble voice.

"Batter My Heart," by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.