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
Prefume 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.

:

That mercy fhow 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:

All elfe beneath the fun,

Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whofe temple is all space,

Whofe altar, earth, fea, fkies!

One chorus let all being raise !
All nature's incense rise !

NIGHT

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 ftay:
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious difcontent,

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;

This day, be bread and peace my lot :

All elfe beneath the fun,

Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whofe temple is all space,
Whofe altar, earth, sea, skies!

One chorus let all being raise !
All nature's incense rise !

NIGHT

ADAM'S MORNING HYMN.

TH

HESE are thy glorious works, parent of good,
Almighty, thine this univerfal frame,

Thus wondrous fair; thyfelf how wondrous then!
Unfpeakable, who fitt'ft above these heav'ns,
To us invifible, or dimly feen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine.
Speak ye who beft can tell, ye fons of light,
Angels; for ye behold him, and with fongs
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 midft, and without end.
Fairest of stars, laft in the train of night,

If better thou belong not to the dawn,

Sure pledge of day, that crown'ft the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy fphere,
While day arises, that fweet hour of prime.
Thou fun, of this great world both eye and foul,
Acknowledge him thy greater: found his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou fall’st.
Moon, that now meet'ft the orient fun, now fly'ft