Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?

Hide me from day's garish eye.

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.

Evil, be thou my good.

Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

For what is glory but the blaze of fame?

My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!