O sovereign master, your decrees can give men life; may years of life be restored to me. Restore my health and preserve my life.
Isa 38:16 NET
When ranting round in pleasure’s ring
Religion may be blinded:
Or if she gie a random sting,
It may be little minded:
But when on life we’re Tempest-driv’n—
A conscience but a canker,
A correspondence fixed wi’ Heav’n,
Is sure a noble anchor.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast forever
One grand sweet song.