With omniscience, surely, make confluous.
That drop have I gathered up in my soul’s trust.
Do Thou save it, Lord, from lust’s soil and sin’s gust.
Sin’s soil, oh! permit not that drop to absorb!
Those gusts forbid Thou more to lessen its orb!
True, Thou art All-Powerful, and Thy gracious will
Could force them to yield it back, grace to fulfil.345
A drop, lost in air, dispersed in the soil,
Is still, through Thy providence, safe from despoil.
Become it, or others, a nonentity,