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 thyself to God, and if indeed 'Tis given thee to perform so vast a task, Think not at all, think not, but kneel and ask! O friend, by thought was never creature freed From any sin, from any mortal need: Be patient! not by thought canst thou devise What course of life for thee is right and wise; It will be written up, and thou Wilt read. Oft like a sudden pencil of rich light, Piercing the thickest umbrage of the wood, Will shoot, amidst our troubles infinite, The Spirit's voice; oft, like the balmy flood Of morn, surprise the universal night With glory, and make all things sweet and good!