Heaven as an abounding abode of bliss:
Isn't it sufficient inducement to virtue bounteous?
To excel a larkin singing ecstatic notes:
Won't it prompt humans towards perfect blessedness?
Why one should be frightened with fire and brimstone
Lest one should fall into pits perilous, victim of temptation?
Why do Thou permit O Lord, bitter weeping?
And gnashing of teeth, again and again recurring?
O Bounty infinite, guard us against blasphemous inclinations
Wondering if Thou art in conspiracy against the anguished souls
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