These following, by another Hand, A HYMN

What Words JEHOVAH! shall I chuse T' express my Thanks to Thee? What reverential Posture use? Down on my Face or Knee?

External Forms may seem devout, Yet no Acceptance find; Nor all the Pomp of Words, without A correspondent Mind.

The Heart's an Index; read me, there See Gratitude and Praise; For Competence, a Conscience clear, With Health, and Length of Days;

For one true Friend, an Offspring large; And what is dearer still, For LOVE, that did my Debts discharge, And brought from Heav'n Thy Will.

Shall I, O GOD! thus highly blest, E'er disobedient prove, Or make revealed Truths a Jest, And Sceptick Reas'ning love?

Shall I prefer a transient Sin, Renounce Thy sacred Laws, And slight Thy holy Checks within, To gain the World's Applause?

No; rather let my Hand forget To guide the passive Quill; My Eyes in total Darkness set, My lab'ring Heart stand still.