1 Author of Good, to thee we come'
Thy ever wakeful eye
Alone can all our wants discern,
Thy hand alone supply.

2 O let thy fear within us dwell,
Thy love our footsteps guide;
That love shall vainer love expel;
That fear, all fears beside.

3 And since, by error's force subdu'd,
Too oft the stubborn will
Mistaken shuns the latent good,
And grasps the specious ill;

4 Not to our wish, but to our want,
Do thou thy gifts apply;
Unask'd, what good thou knowest, grant;
What ill, tho' ask'd, deny.