LORD ! what a busy, restless thing br Hast Thou made man ! br Each day and hour he is on wing, br Rests not a span ; br Then having lost the sun and light, br By clouds surpris'd, br He keeps a commerce in the night br With air disguis'd. br Hadst Thou given to this active dust br A state untir'd, br The lost son had not left the husk, br Nor home desir'd. br That was Thy secret, and it is br Thy mercy too ; br For when all fails to bring to bliss, br Then this must do.