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,