For oh my God! as boasting as we are, We cannot live without thy heavenly care, With all our Pride, not one poor Morsel’s gain’d, Till by thy wondrous Bounty first obtain’d; With all our flatter’d Wit, our fanci’d sense, } We have not to one Mercy a pretence } Without the aid of thy Omnipotence. } Oh God, so fit my soul, that I may prove A pitied Object of thy Grace and Love; May my soul be with Heavenly Manna fed, And deign my grosser part thy daily bread. _AND FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES_ How prone we are to Sin, how sweet were made The pleasures, our resistless hearts invade! Of all my Crimes, the breach of all thy Laws Love, soft bewitching Love! has been the cause; Of all the Paths that Vanity has trod, That sure will soonest be forgiven of God; If things on Earth may be to Heaven resembled, It must be love, pure, constant, undissembled: But if to Sin by chance the Charmer press, Forgive, O Lord, forgive our Trespasses. _AS WE FORGIVE THEM THAT TRESPASS AGAINST US_, Oh that this grateful, little Charity, } Forgiving others all their sins to me, } May with my God for mine attoning be. } I’ve sought around, and found no foe in view, } Whom with the least Revenge I would pursue, } My God, my God, dispense thy Mercies too. } _LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION_ Thou but permits it, Lord, ‘tis we go on, And give our selves the Provocation; ‘Tis we, that prone to pleasures which invite, Seek all the Arts to heighten vain delight; But if without some Sin we cannot move, May mine proceed no higher than to love; And may thy vengeance be the less severe, Since thou hast made the object lov’d so fair. _BUT DELIVER US FROM EVIL._