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What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when man receives,
Yet not to earth's contracted span
When thousand worlds are round:
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
And deal damnation round the land,
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:
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
One chorus let all being raise !
IN FOUR EPISTLES
TO SEVERAL PERSONS.
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se