What Confcience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to fhun, That, more than Heav'n purfue. What Bleffings thy free Bounty gives, For God is paid when Man receives, Yet not to Earth's contracted Span When thoufand Worlds are round: Let not this weak, unknowing hand If I am right, thy grace impart, If I am wrong, oh teach my heart Save me alike from foolish Pride, At aught thy Wisdom has deny'd, Teach me to feel another's Woe, That Mercy I to others show, That Mercy show to me. Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo, 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: To Thee, whofe Temple is all Space, Whofe Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies One Chorus let all Being raife! All Nature's incense rise ! MORAL ESSAY S, IN FOUR EPISTLES то SEVERAL PERSONS. Eft brevitate opus, ut currat fententia, neu se HOR? |