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Your guilt (for guilt it is to mourn,
when such a sov'reign reigns)
Your guilt diminish; peace pursue;
how glorious peace in pains!

Here, then, your sorrows cease; if not,
think how unhappy they,
Who guilt increase by streaming tears,
which guilt should wash away;

Of tears that gush profuse restrain;
whence burst those dismal sighs?
They from the throbbing breast of one
(strange truth!) most happy rise;

Not angels (hear it and exult!)
enjoy a larger share
Than is indulg'd to you, and yours,
of God's impartial care;

Anxious for each, as if on each
His care for All was thrown;
For All his care as absolute,
as All had been but One.

And is He then so near! so kind!——
how little then, and great,
That riddle, Man? O! let me gaze
at wonders in his fate;

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