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The mists of error to control,
To happiness and good.
Of folly's painted show;
Is vanity and woe.
The erring mind instruct,
Its wand'ring steps conduct.
And teach the meek thy way:
Who thee in truth obey.
Those who from evil fee ;
Who wait, O Lord! on thee.
That mixes fear with love;
Thy wisdom shall approve.
From error, shame, and guilt;
Nor suffer the fair hope to fail,
To thee our hearts we raise ; Thine all-sustaining power we prove,
And gladly sing thy praise.
Our sacrifice receive ;
To thee ourselves we give.
For all thy mercy's store :
Is, that we ask for more.
Our hearts t'embrace thy will; Renew us by thy heav'8ly truth,
And from thy fulness, fill.
Shed in our hearts abroad,
Our Father, and our God.
Parent of good! whose blessings flow
On all above, and all below :
In everlasting night we stray,
And in a maze of error lost:
What nature and thy laws decree;
Which from thy breathing spirit came. 4 Our moral freedom to maintain,
Bid passion serve, and reason reign,
On this world's varying good or ill. 5 No slave to profit, shame, or fear,
O may our steadfast bosoms bear
Above the mean disguise of art! 6 May our expanded souls disclaim
The narrow view, the selfish aim ;
Whate’er is friendly to our race.
No more we wish, no more we want :
Supremely good and wise!
To thee we bring our grateful vows,
To thee lift up our eyes.
Through nature's ample round;
energy is found.
To guide our doubtful way;
And make a glorious day.
We'll do and bear thy will; Thy grace shall make each burden light,
And ev'ry murmur still. 5 Safely conduct us by thy grace,
Through life's perplexing road, To pleasures which forever flow
At thy right hand, O God!
The universal prayer.
To earth's remotest shore,
adore. 2 Thou great first cause, least understood,
Who all my sense confin’d,
And that myself am blind.
3 What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do: This, teach me more than hell to shun,
That, more than heav'n pursue. 4 What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away ; For God is paid when man receives;
T' enjoy is to obey.
Or impious discontent;
Or ought thy goodness lent.
To hide the fault I see: That mercy 1 to others show,
That mercy show to me. ng To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature's increase rise !
1 LORD! not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound; Or think thee Lord alone of
man, When thousand worlds are round. 2 Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw;