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Is chance the cause alike of life and death,
Of changing seasons, and of heat and cold?
Did chance bestow on all the vital breath—
Then say, the cause of chance can ye unfold?
Of changing seasons, and of heat and cold?
Did chance bestow on all the vital breath—
Then say, the cause of chance can ye unfold?
Say, what is chance, that it could wonders make,
So great, so beautiful, sublime, and grand;
From what materials could it e'er create
This wond'rous globe on which ye doubting stand:
So great, so beautiful, sublime, and grand;
From what materials could it e'er create
This wond'rous globe on which ye doubting stand:
In what a miserable state to live,
If nothing greater than this world's your aim!
Are ye content to sink into the grave,
And part from life, without one higher claim?
If nothing greater than this world's your aim!
Are ye content to sink into the grave,
And part from life, without one higher claim?
Are ye content to sleep in cold neglect,
And will ye ev'ry hope of bliss destroy?
Awake your sleeping reason, and reflect,
There is a God—a heaven of endless joy.
And will ye ev'ry hope of bliss destroy?
Awake your sleeping reason, and reflect,
There is a God—a heaven of endless joy.
