English poem
The AMERICAN PATRIOT'S Prayer
by Thomas Paine (1737–1809)
Parent of all, omnipotent In heav'n, and earth below, Thro' all creation's bounds unspent, Whose streams of goodness flow.
Teach me to know from whence I rose, And unto what design'd; No private aims let me propose, Since link'd with human kind.
But chief to hear my country's voice, May all my thoughts incline, 'Tis reason's law, 'tis virtue's choice, 'Tis nature's call and thine.
Me from fair freedom's sacred cause, Let nothing e'er divide; Grandeur, nor gold, nor vain applause, Nor friendship false misguide.
Let me not faction's partial hate Pursue to this Land's woe; Nor grasp the thunder of the state, To wound a private foe.
If, for the right, to wish the wrong My country shall combine. Single to serve th' erron'ous throng, Spight of themselves, be mine.