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Poem May 12, 1791

The New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire

What is this article about?

A devotional hymn addressing God as the omnipotent creator, petitioning for the removal of sins like pride and envy, submission to divine will, compassion for others, provision of necessities, and a peaceful death without remorse.

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O thou great and sacred Lord of all,
Of Life the only spring :
Creator of unnumber'd worlds ,
Immensely glorious King
Whose image shakes the staggering mind
Beyond conception high :
Crown'd with Omnipotence, and veil'd
With dark Eternity.
Drive from the confines of my heart,
Impenitence and pride,
Nor let me erroneous paths,
With thoughtless idiots glide.
Whate'er thy all discerning eye,
Sees for thy creatures fit ;
I'll bless the good, and to the ill
Contentedly submit.
With humane pleasure let me view
The prosperous and the great ;
Malignant Envy let me fly,
With odious self conceit,
Let not despair, nor curs'd Revenge,
Be to my bosom known ;
O give me tears for others woe,
And patience for my own ;
Feed me with necessary food,
I ask not wealth nor fame ;
But give me eyes to view thy works,
And sense to praise thy name,
And when thy wisdom thinks it fit,
To shake my troubled mind ,
Preserve my reason with my griefs,
And let me not repine.
May my last day obscurely pass,
Without remorse or care,
And let me, for the parting hour,
My trembling ghost prepare.

What sub-type of article is it?

Hymn

What themes does it cover?

Religious Faith Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Devotional Hymn God Creator Spiritual Virtues Divine Submission Peaceful Death Moral Prayer

Poem Details

Subject

Devotional Prayer For Virtues And Peaceful Death

Form / Style

Rhymed Couplets

Key Lines

O Thou Great And Sacred Lord Of All, Of Life The Only Spring : Creator Of Unnumber'd Worlds , Immensely Glorious King Drive From The Confines Of My Heart, Impenitence And Pride, Nor Let Me Erroneous Paths, With Thoughtless Idiots Glide. O Give Me Tears For Others Woe, And Patience For My Own ; Feed Me With Necessary Food, I Ask Not Wealth Nor Fame ; May My Last Day Obscurely Pass, Without Remorse Or Care, And Let Me, For The Parting Hour, My Trembling Ghost Prepare.

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