Again I might desert from virtue’s way:

Again in folly’s path might go astray;

Again exalt the brute and sink the man;

Then how should I for Heav’nly mercy pray,

Who act so counter Heav’nly mercy’s plan?

Who sin so oft have mourn’d: yet to temptation ran.

O thou great governor of all below!

If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee,

Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,

Or still the tumult of the raging sea;