Moderation

Tho' I my party long have chose, And claim Christ Jesus on my side, Yet will I not my peace oppose, By pique, by prejudice, or pride.

Blessed be God, that, at the font, My sponsors bound me to the call Of Christ in England to confront The world, the flesh, the fiend and all.

And yet I will my thoughts suppress, And keep my tongue from censure clear; The Jew, the Turk, the Heathen bless, And hold the plough and persevere.

There's God in ev'ry man most sure, And ev'ry soul's to Christ allied; If fears deject, if hopes allure, If Jesus wept, and pray'd, and died.