Leviticus: Thou shall )iot hate thy, &c

Through fear of feeble man,
Through want of social love.
Lord, I have made Thy jjrecept vain.
Neglecting to reprove;
The' offender in mine eye
I suffer to go on,
A thousand sins in him pass'd b-,
And made them all my own.
Ah! save me from a worse extreme,
When sin in others I condemn:
Assist me first to lay aside
The spiteful bitterness of pride,
Reflecting on myself, to see
A soul not half so vile as me,
And then my neighbour to reprove
In meekness, humbleness, and love.