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 ATHER of all! in ev'ry age, In ev'ry clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, , or ! Thou great first cause, least understood, Who all my sense confin'd To know but this, that thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And, binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do. This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heav'n pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For is paid when man receives; T' enjoy is to obey. Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round: