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What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away ;
T' enjoy is to obey.
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,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Mean Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken’d by thy breath ; Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through 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,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies ! One chorus let all being raise !
All nature's incense rise !
IN FOUR EPISTLES
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