God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

The Debt Immense Of Endless Gratitude, So Burthensome, Still Paying, Still To Owe; Forgetful What From Him I Still Receivd, And Understood Not That A Grateful Mind By Owing Owes Not, But Still Pays, At Once Indebted And Dischargd; What Burden Then?

If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is Rottenness, And Earth's Base Built On Stubble.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.

Well Observe The Rule Of Not Too Much, By Temperance Taught In What Thou Eat'st And Drink'st.