Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.

And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.

If I am right, Thy grace import Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way!

Thou Great First Cause, least understood Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good And that myself am blind.