CLXXVII. Secret Prayer.

FATHER divine, thy piercing Eye
Shoots thro' the darkest Night;
In deep Retirement thou art nigh,
With Heart-discerning Sight.

There shall that piercing Eye survey
My duteous Homage paid,
With ev'ry Morning's dawning Ray,
And ev'ry Ev'ning's Shade.

O may thine own celestial Fire
The Incense still inflame;
While my warm Vows to Thee aspire,
Thro' my Redeemer's Name.

So shall the Visits of thy Love
My Soul in secret bless;
So shalt thou deign in Worlds above
Thy Suppliant to confess.