That beam shall raise my thoughts, and mend my strain,
Nor shall my vows, nor prayers, nor verse be vain.
HYMN.
Beccles, 1778.
Oh, Thou! who taught my infant eye
To pierce the air, and view the sky,
To see my God in earth and seas,
To hear him in the vernal breeze,
To know him midnight thoughts among,
O guide my soul, and aid my song!