Indulgent God, with pitying eye

Verse 1

Indulgent God! with pitying eyes The sons of men survey. Alas! how thoughtless mortals sport In sin's destructive way!

Verse 2

Ten thousand dangers lurk around, To bear them to the tomb: Each passing hour may place them where, Repentance cannot come.

Verse 3

Reclaim, O Lord! their wand'ring minds, Amus'd with airy dreams; That heav'nly wisdom may dispel Their visionary schemes.

Verse 4

Guide and direct them by word, Their dang'rous state to see; That they may seek and find the path, That leads to heav'n and thee.