By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Who all my sense confined
To know but this, that Thou art good
And that myself am blind.
To see the good from ill;
And, binding Nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than Hell to shun,
That more than Heaven pursue.
Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when man receives:
To enjoy is to obey.
Thy goodness let me bound.
Or think Thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.
Presume Thy bolts to throw,
On each I judge Thy foe.
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
To find that better way!
Or impious discontent,
At aught Thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught that goodness lent.
To right the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Since quickened by Thy breath;
Oh, lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through this day’s life or death.
All else beneath the sun
Though know’st if best bestowed or not,
And let Thy will be done!
Whose alter earth, sea, skies,—
One chorus let all beings raise!
All Nature’s incense rise.