Thou moon haſt ſeen, and all the ſtars of light,
How he has wreſtled with his God by night.
He pray'd that grace in ev'ry heart might dwell,20
He long'd to ſee America excel;
He charg'd its youth that ev'ry grace divine
Should with full luſtre in their conduct ſhine;
That Saviour, which his ſoul did firſt receive,
The greateſt gift that ev'n a God can give,25
He freely offer'd to the num'rous throng,
That on his lips with liſt'ning pleaſure hung,
"Take him, ye wretched, for your only good,
"Take him ye ſtarving ſinners, for your food;
"Ye thirſty, come to this life-giving ſtream,30
"Ye preachers, take him for your joyful theme;
"Take him my dear Americans, he ſaid,
"Be your complaints on his kind boſom laid:
"Take him, ye Africans, he longs for you,
"Impartial Saviour is his title due:35
"Waſh'd in the fountain of redeeming blood,
"You ſhall be ſons, and kings, and prieſts to God."
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