Nor stretch my feeble hand to stop thy headlong race?
Lo! thou art bound; a slave in Satan’s chain;
The righteous Abel turn’d the wretched Cain;
His brother’s blood against the murderer cried,
Against thee thine, unhappy suicide!
Are all our pious nights and peaceful days,
Our evening readings and our morning praise,
Our spirits’ comfort in the trials sent,
Our hearts’ rejoicings in the blessings lent,
All that o’er grief a cheering influence shed,