CCCXXII. Subjection to GOD, the Father of our Spirits.

ETERNAL Source of Life and Thought,
Be all beneath thyself forgot;
Whilst Thee, great Parent-Mind, we own
In prostrate Homage round thy Throne.

Whilst in themselves our Souls survey
Of Thee some faint reflected Ray,
They wond'ring to their Father rise;
His Pow'r how vast! His Thoughts how wise!

Behold us as thine Offspring, LORD,
And do not cast us off abhor'd;
Nor let thy Hand, so long our Joy,
Be rais'd in Vengeance to destroy.

O may we live before thy Face,
The willing Subjects of thy Grace;
And thro' each Path of Duty move
With filial Awe, and filial Love.