Who Gracious Father Shall Complain
Who, gracious Father! can complain,
Under thy mild and gentle reign?
Who does a weight of duty share,
More than his aids and pow’rs can bear?
With diff’ring climes, and diff’ring lands,
With fertile pains and barren sands,
Thy hand hath framed this earthly roun,
And set each nation in its bound.
So various, thy celestial ray
Here sheds a full, there fainter day.
The God of all, unkind to none,
To all the path of life hath shown.
Large id the bounty of his hand:
He will a large return demand.
Haste then, my soul! thy work pursue,
And keep the heav’nly prize in view.