Teach me to feel another's Woe ; To hide the Fault I see ; That Mercy I to others show, That Merey fhow to me. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so Since quickened by thy Breath, Oh 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, And let Thy Will be done. To Thee, whofe Temple is all Space, Whose Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies ! One Chorus let all Being raise ! All Nature's Incence rise ! ERRA TA, Page 30. line 2. for The read Who. Cowper. sis.) Pag. 112. lin. 13. No so, dele fo. |