There's not a plant or flower below but makes Thy glories known, And clouds arise, and tempests blow by order from Thy throne; While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care; And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.

For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.

It was a saying of the ancients, "Truth lies in a well;" and to carry on this metaphor, we may justly say that logic does supply us with steps, whereby we may go down to reach the water.

The stars, that in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But Thy good Word informs my soul How I may climb to Heaven.

Learn good-humor, never to oppose without just reason; abate some degree of pride and moroseness.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.

So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.