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Sincere Praise.

I

Almighty Maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Thro' the creation's frame!

II

Nature in every dress
Her humble homage pays,
And finds a thousand ways t'express
Thine undissembled praise.

III

In native white and red
The rose and lily stand,
And free from pride, their beauties spread,
To show thy skilful hand.

IV

The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious song,
And bears her Maker's praise on high
Upon her artless tongue.

V

My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too,
Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.

VI

But pride, that busy sin,
Spoils all that I perform;
Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in,
And swells a haughty worm.

VII

Thy glories I abate,
Or praise thee with design;
Some of the favours I forget,
Or think the merit mine.

VIII

The very songs I frame,
Are faithless to thy cause,
And steal the honours of thy name
To build their own applause.

IX

Create my soul anew,
Else all my worship's vain;
This wretched heart will ne'er be true,
Until 'tis form'd again.

X

Descend, celestial fire,
And seize me from above,
Melt me in flames of pure desire,
A sacrifice to love.

XI

Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days,
And to my God, my soul ascend,
In sweet perfumes of praise.