A
HYMN
.
BY
THE
SAME
.
PART
I.
GOD
of
my
health
,
whose
tender
care
First
gave
me
power
to
move
,
How
shall
my
thankful
heart
declare
The
wonders
of
thy
love
?
While
void
of
thought
and
sense
I
lay
,
Dust
of
my
parent
Earth
,
Thy
breath
inform'd
the
sleeping
clay
,
And
call'd
me
to
the
birth
.
From
Thee
the
parts
their
fashion
took
,
E'er
life
was
yet
begun
,
And
in
the
volume
of
thy
Book
Were
written
one
by
one
.
Thine
eye
beheld
in
open
view
The
yet
unfinish'd
plan
:
The
portrait
lines
thy
pencil
drew
,
And
form'd
the
future
Man
.
O
may
this
frame
,
that
rising
grew
Beneath
thy
plastic
hands
,
Be
studious
ever
to
pursue
Whate'er
thy
Will
commands
!
The
Soul
,
that
moves
this
earthly
load
,
Thy
semblance
let
it
bear
,
Nor
lose
the
traces
of
the
God
Who
stamp'd
his
image
there
.
PART
II
.
THOU
,
who
within
this
earthly
shrine
Hast
pour'd
thy
quick'ning
ray
,
O
!
let
thine
influence
on
me
shine
,
And
purge
each
mist
away
.
With
curious
search
let
others
ask
Thro'
Nature's
depths
to
see
:
O
teach
my
soul
the
better
task
,
To
know
itself
and
Thee
!
Teach
me
to
know
how
weak
the
mind
That
yields
to
erring
pride
;
And
let
my
doubting
Reason
find
Thy
Word
its
safest
guide
.
Let
me
not
,
lost
in
Learning's
maze
,
Religion's
flame
resign
:
For
what's
the
worth
of
human
praise
,
Compar'd
,
my
God
,
to
Thine
?
Keep
in
my
soul
the
strong
delight
,
The
hopes
that
in
me
rise
,
While
Faith
presents
before
my
sight
The
bliss
that
never
dies
.
O
be
those
Hopes
my
only
boast
,
That
Faith
my
whole
employ
,
Till
Faith
in
Knowledge
shall
be
lost
,
And
Hope
in
fullest
Joy
!
PART
III
.
WHERE-E'ER
I
turn
my
wakeful
thought
,
Unnumber'd
foes
I
see
:
Guide
of
my
youth
,
forsake
me
not
,
But
lead
me
safe
to
Thee
.
As
on
I
press
,
Distrust
and
Doubt
Dissuasive
step
between
;
While
Pleasures
tempt
me
from
without
,
And
Passions
war
within
.
Yet
,
fix'd
on
Thee
,
I
lose
each
fear
,
Each
vain
assault
I
brave
:
I
know
Thee
,
Lord
,
nor
slow
to
hear
,
Nor
impotent
to
save
.
O
cast
my
errors
from
thy
sight
,
And
let
them
pass
away
,
Unheeded
,
as
a
watch
by
night
,
Or
as
a
cloud
by
day
.
So
while
,
in
secret
thought
arraign'd
,
O'er
my
past
life
I
go
,
And
mark
how
oft
I
urg'd
thy
hand
To
strike
th'
avenging
blow
,
So
oft
shall
my
repeated
lays
My
thankful
heart
declare
,
And
joy
to
celebrate
thy
praise
,
Whose
Mercy
deign'd
to
spare
.