Truth with her golden beam
Inscribes th' immortal line:
Goodness and equity, supreme,
Through the blest volume shine.

In elocution plain
These heav'nly pages teach;
And yet, their majesty of strain
What mortal pen can reach?

Here precepts, old and new,
By God's own signet bind:
With pow'rful wisdom these endue
The weak, but humble, mind.

Here promises are sown,
Which holy strength infuse,
When dangers throng; or sorrow's groan
Pleads for supporting views.

O laws! whose vigour rends
The self-accusing breast:
Whose vigour to the upright sends
Sweet self-possession's rest.

O promises, whose force
Is from all changes secure!
Long as their everlasting source,
Your blessings shall endure.

Hence warn'd, my sins I see;
Against my sins I guard:
Hence aided, from perdition flee
To heav'n's immense reward.

Ye rich men, roll in gold;
Ye epicures, in wine:
Your portion in contempt I hold;
Thy word, O God, be mine.