And higher praises of his God proclaims.)
My cup with blessings hast thou amply fill’d,
Consummate joys for my great portion will’d:
No wants are left, no good hast thou denied,
Thy lib’ral hand has all I wish’d supplied.
Thou Fount of being! source of pure delight!
In thee my comforts center and unite:
Thyself I love, thy vast perfections see,
And all thy gifts receiv’d enjoy in Thee.
He turns to Eve, whose charms are all in view,