A
PRAYER
for
the
YEAR
,
1745.
ALMIGHTY
Wisdom
,
at
whose
Nod
The
Stars
shall
cease
to
shine
,
Great
Nature's
Father
,
Guide
,
and
God
,
O
let
me
call
thee
mine
.
Yet
not
for
me
,
and
me
alone
,
Thy
Mercies
I
implore
:
No
,
let
that
Bliss
to
all
be
known
,
That
tremble
and
adore
.
Now
Fear
,
that
makes
the
Sorrows
flow
Ev'n
from
the
Infant's
Eyes
,
O'er-whelms
in
one
promiscuous
Woe
The
Ignorant
and
Wise
.
Then
hear
,
O
hear
,
thy
Servants
cry
,
We
beg
thy
saving
Hand
:
To
whom
but
Heav'n
shou'd
we
apply
,
To
raise
a
drooping
Land
!
Be
thou
the
Guard
of
helpless
Age
,
The
wretched
Orphan's
Friend
:
O
smooth
the
Face
of
hostile
Rage
,
And
spare
its
purple
End
.
Restrain
the
Hand
of
threat'ning
Pride
,
Asswage
the
cruel
Breast
:
Teach
Mercy
to
the
Victor
Side
,
And
Patience
to
the
rest
.
And
when
the
Sword
of
Conquest
shall
The
trembling
Wretch
arraign
,
Let
Justice
guide
the
equal
Scale
,
Nor
swerve
the
steady
Beam
.
Preserve
the
merciful
and
kind
From
Violence
and
Pain
:
And
let
the
meek
and
gentle
Mind
Rejoice
,
and
not
complain
.
Nor
let
the
barb'rous
Steel
invade
The
Breast
of
hoary
Age
:
Nor
give
the
unresisting
Babe
A
Prey
to
purple
Rage
.
Amongst
un-number'd
Worlds
if
I
Am
worth
my
Maker's
Care
,
Then
let
me
live
and
let
me
die
Unwounded
by
Despair
.
Tho'
Want
or
Peril
,
Pain
or
Death
,
Assault
this
feeble
Clay
,
Let
Hope
attend
my
latest
Breath
And
chear
the
gloomy
Way
.
Preserve
my
Parent
and
my
Friend
From
Danger
,
Guilt
or
Shame
:
In
Peace
their
chearful
Days
extend
To
praise
thy
holy
Name
.
Forgive
the
Errors
of
my
Youth
,
If
in
my
Youth
I
fall
:
Or
teach
my
Age
thy
saving
Truth
,
O
hear
me
when
I
call
.
Thou
mighty
Lord
of
all
above
And
all
beneath
the
Sun
,
Thy
Servant's
humble
Suit
approve
;
If
not
,
thy
Will
be
done
.