On Pride

For thy unnumber'd benefits, Lord, let me bless thy name: And when I pray each night and morn, Thy bounteous name proclaim; That does to me such favor show, More than a thousand round me know.

What then am I? No merit sure, In me deserves such love; That with a liberal hand thou should'st Thus bless me from above. Of thy free grace it comes alone, That such great mercy I am shown.

Take from me then, O Lord, all pride, And grant that since I know So many want the gifts I have, I may with joy bestow— Of my large stock, at least some part, To mitigate their grief of heart.