Hymn XCVI. Long Metre. Christian Moderation

Happy the man whose cautious steps Still keep the golden mean; Whose life by wisdom's rules, well form'd, Declares a conscience clean.

Not of himself he highly thinks, Nor acts the boaster's part; His modest tongue the language speaks Of his more humble heart.

Not in base scandal's arts he deals, For truth is in his breast; With grief, he sees his neighbour's faults, And thinks and hopes the best.

What blessings bounteous heaven bestows, He takes with thankful heart; With temperance he receives his food, And gives the poor a part.

To sect and party, his large soul Disdains to be confin'd; The good he loves, of every name, And prays for all mankind.

Pure is his zeal, the offspring fair Of truth and peaceful love; The bigot's rage can never dwell, Where rests the heavenly dove.