AND ye who bear the precious name of Friends,
Boast not to see the Master’s whole design,
Who would be wise may wisdom’s claim resign,
So far God’s plan our simple wit transcends.
No cumbrous load the gospel yoke subtends,
Of many branches is the heavenly vine
Who tastes God’s love is careless to define,
A little child looks up and comprehends.
From self-indulgence keep your thought unstained,
As trusted stewards observe your Master’s will,
Judge no man but by wisdom from above.
In every nerve be honesty engrained,
So shall ye have your maiden virtue still
As heaven enfolds the earth in arms of love.