And makes a wretched thorn like me

Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.

Cowper.

All-powerful Grace, exert thy gentle sway,

And teach my rebel passions to obey;

Lest lurking folly, with insidious art,

Regain my volatile, inconstant heart!

Mrs. Carter.

O God! how beautiful the thought,

How merciful the bless’d decree,