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 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, oh teach my heart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, thy grace impart To find the better way; Save me alike from foolish pride, Or impious discontent, At ought thy wisdom has deny'd, Or ought thy goodness lent. Teach me to feel another's woe; To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others shew, That mercy shew to me. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so, Since quick'ned by thy breath; Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go, Thro' this day's life or death. This day be bread and peace my lot; All else beneath the sun Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let thy will be done. To thee, whose temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all being raise! All nature's incense rise!