English poem
A HYMN. (Great Lord of all things! power divine)
by Anonymous
Great Lord of all things! power divine, Breathe on this erring heart of mine, Thy grace serene and pure; Defend my frail, my erring youth, And teach me this important truth, The humble are secure.
Teach me to bless my lowly lot, Confin'd to this paternal cot, Remote from regal state; Content to court the cooling glade, Inhale the breeze, enjoy the shade, And love my humble fate.
No anxious vigils here I keep, No dreams of gold distract my sleep Nor lead my heart astray; Nor blastings envy's tainted gale Pollutes the pleasures of the vale, To vex my harmless day.
Yon tow'r which rears its head so high, And bids defiance to the sky, Invites the hostile winds: Yon branching oak extending wide, Provokes destruction by its pride, And courts the fall it finds.
Then let me shun th' ambitious deed, And all the dangerous paths that lead To honors falsly won: Lord! in thy sure protection blest, Submissive will I ever rest, And may thy will be done!
More by Anonymous
- A Hymn on the Month of May with an attempt to illustrate some of the Beauties of the Creation
- A Hymn to Resignation
- A Hymn, by the Same, About an Hour Before His Death, When in Great Pain
- A Hymn, Occasioned by the Sixty-fifth Psalm
- A Journey to Doncaster, or a Curious Journal of Five Days, Wrote with a Pencil in a Chaise
- A Laughing Song
- A Letter of Invitation to a Friend
- A Letter to a Friend