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Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round :

Let not this weak, unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay : If I am wrong, oh teach my

heart To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I fee ;
That mercy I to others show,
That
mercy

Thow to me.

Mean tho’I am, not wholly so,

Since quick’ned by thy breath; O lead me wherefoe'er I go,

Thro' this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot :

All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,.

Whofe altar, earth, fea, ikies! One chorus let all being raise !

All nature's incense rife!

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Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round :

Let not this weak, unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay : If I am wrong, oh teach my

heart To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I fee;
That
mercy

I to others show
That
mercy

Thow

Mean tho' I am, not

Since quick’ned
O lead me wherefoe'er .

Thro' this day's 19

This day, be bread and peace my lot :

All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, fea, skies! One chorus let all being raise !

All nature's incense rise !

NIGHT ADAM's MORNING HYMN.

T

HESE are thy glorious works, parent of good,

Almighty, thine this univerfal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who fitt'st above these heat'ns, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral fymphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heav'n, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midit, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou fun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater : found his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'it, And when high noon haft gain’d, and when thou fall'ít. Moon, that now meet'it the orient sun, now fly'st

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