LXX. The innumerable Mercies of GOD thankfully acknowledged.

IN glad Amazement, LORD, I stand
Amidst the Bounties of thy Hand;
How numberless those Bounties are!
How rich, how various, and how fair!

But O! what poor Returns I make!
What lifeless Thanks I pay thee back!
LORD, I confess with humble Shame,
My Off'rings scarce deserve the Name.

Fain would my lab'ring Heart devise
To bring some nobler Sacrifice:
It sinks beneath the mighty Load.
What shall I render to my GOD?

To him I consecrate my Praise,
And vow the Remnant of my Days;
Yet what at best can I pretend,
Worthy such Gifts from such a Friend?

In deep Abasement, LORD, I see
My Emptiness and Poverty:
Enrich my Soul with Grace divine,
And make it worthier to be thine.

Give me at length an Angel's Tongue,
That Heav'n may eccho with my Song;
The Theme, too great for Time, shall be
The Joy of long Eternity.