Oh! God, my only trust went there
Through all life's scenes before
Lo! At the throne again I bow,
New mercies to implore.
Grant active power, grant fervent zeal,
And guide by thy control,
And ever be my country's weal
The purpose of my soul.
Extend, all seeing God, thy hand
In memory still decree
And make, to bless thy native land
An instrument of me.
John Quincy Adams — The Diary of John Quincy Adams 1794-1845
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