Who , gracious Father, shall complain
Under thy mild and equal reign?
Who does a weight of duty share,
More than his powers and aids can bear?

With differing climes, and differing lands,
With fertile plains, and barren sands,
Thy wisdom form'd this earthy round,
And set the nations in their bound.

Varied alike, thy moral ray
Here sheds a full, there fainter day
The God of all, unkind to none,
To all the path of life has shown.

What if a people for his praise
He form, and high in virtue raise
For high reward? Selected race,
Rejoice in this distinguish'd grace.

Rejoice; but O with holy fear,
With toil unwearied and severe,
Salvation's arduous work pursue,
And keep th' immortal crown in view.

Large is the bounty of his hand,
He will a large return demand.
Numbers will wish to enter in,
But few the gate of heaven will win .