Conduct me through each puzzling labyrinth,
And thwarting stream, that happ'ly I may gain
The blissful coast! where sorrow never comes,
Nor pain assaults.--Oh! let thy holy grace
Sit regnant in my breast! subdue the unruly will,
And keep the factious powr's in due restraint,
That so, no evil thought, nor word, nor deed,
May taint my soul! offend thy gracious eye,
And plunge me in the dreadful depths of hell:
But let me move in virtues middle path,