THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

FATHER of All! in every age,

In every clime adored;

By faint, by favage, and by fage;

JEHOVAH, JOVE, or LORD!

Thou Great First Cause, least understood!

Who all my fenfe confined

To know but this, that Thou art good,

And that myself am blind :

Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To know the good from ill;

And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will.

IMITATED.

PATER Univerfi, fæculis in omnibus

O culte, et omnes per plagas ;

Sanctifque dicte, barbaris, fapientibus
JEHOVA, JUPITER, DEUS!

Te, Prima rerum Caufa, mente confequi

Eft neminis, nedùm meum ;

Solùm, in tenebris ipfe vix viam regens

Cæcufque, Te agnofco bonum:

Pravoque quòd dederis probum dignofcere ;

Fatoque naturam ligans

Nunquam foluto, liberum fimul homini

Arbitrium permiferis.

What confcience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do ;

This teach me more than hell to fhun,

That more than heaven pursue.

What bleffings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not caft away;

For GoD is paid, when man receives:

T' enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound:

Or think Thee LORD alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.

Let not this weak unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw ;

And deal damnation 'round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.

Quod fuaferit mihi, quod et diffuaferit

Præfaga confcientia;

Hoc vel gehennâ fac, DEUS, fugiam magis,

Illud magis cœlo fequar.

Quotquot benignitas Tua ingerat, precor,

Des gratus ut capiam bona :

Solvit DEO quicunque enim dignè accipit;

Obfequitur is, qui fcit frui.

Nec Te tamen telluris, ah! pufillimæ,

Solius adfirmem Patrem :

Neve hominibus folis datum Tibi obfequi,

Tot millia inter orbium.

Manus hæc fuas cohibeat imbellis minas ;

Neu jactet impar fulmina

In omnium capita, Tui quos duxerim

Hoftes, ferox atque infciens.

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.

Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent

At aught thy wisdom has denied, Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I fee;

That mercy I to others fhow,

That mercy fhow to me.

Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,

Since quicken'd by thy breath:

O lead me, wherefoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death.