483. C. M. Pope. The Same.
1 Father of all, whose cares extend
To earth's remotest shore,
Through every age let praise ascend,
And every clime adore.
2 Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quickened by thy breath;
Lord, lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through this day's life or death.
3 Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
4 If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.
5 What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than heaven pursue.