My neighbor to love and myself to deny;
From my own little pleasures a trifle I’ll spare,
To gladden his heart and to lighten his care;
That whate’er my friends find in my conduct amiss,
They never may say, oh, how selfish he is!
THINKING OF MERCIES
Whene’er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see;
How shall I render to my God