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O Thou Great Being! what Thou art, / Surpasses me to know; / Yet sure I am, that known to Thee / Are all Thy works below.
Thy creature here before Thee stands, / All wretched and distrest; / Yet sure those ills that wring my soul / Obey Thy high behest.
Sure, Thou, Almighty, canst not act / From cruelty or wrath! / O, free my weary eyes from tears, / Or close them fast in death!
But, if I must afflicted be, / To suit some wise design, / Then man my soul with firm resolves, / To bear and not repine!