In its true light this transient life regard,
A state of trial only, not reward;
Though rough the passage, peaceful is the port
The bliss is perfect, the probation short.
Of human wit, beware the fatal pride,
A useful follower, but a dangerous guide.
On holy faith's aspiring pinions rise
Ascent your birthright, and xx the skies.
Fountain of being, teach us to devote
To thee each purpose, action, word, and thought;
Thy grace our hope, thy love our only boast,
Be all distinctions in the Christian lost;
Be thy in every state, our wish alone,
Almight, wise, and good, thy will be done.
