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Articles of Belief and Acts of Religion
IN TWO PARTS.
Here will I hold ------ If there is a Pow'r above us (And
that there is, all Nature cries aloud, Thro' all her Works), He must
delight in Virtue And that which he delights in must be Happy. Cato.
PART I.
Philada. Nov. 20 1728.
First Principles
I believe there is one Supreme most perfect Being, Author and
Father of the Gods themselves.
For I believe that Man is not the most perfect Being but One,
rather that as there are many Degrees of Beings his Inferiors, so there are
many Degrees of Beings superior to him.
Also, when I stretch my Imagination thro' and beyond our System
of Planets, beyond the visible fix'd Stars themselves, into that Space that is
every Way infinite, and conceive it fill'd with Suns like ours, each with a
Chorus of Worlds for ever moving round him, then this little Ball on which we
move, seems, even in my narrow Imagination, to be almost Nothing, and my self
less than nothing, and of no sort of Consequence.
When I think thus, I imagine it great Vanity in me to suppose,
that the Supremely Perfect, does in the least regard such an
inconsiderable Nothing as Man. More especially, since it is impossible for me
to have any positive clear Idea of that which is infinite and incomprehensible,
I cannot conceive otherwise, than that He, the Infinite Father, expects
or requires no Worship or Praise from us, but that he is even INFINITELY ABOVE
IT.
But since there is in all Men something like a natural
Principle which enclines them to DEVOTION or the Worship of some unseen Power;
And since Men are endued with Reason superior to all other
Animals that we are in our World acquainted with;
Therefore I think it seems required of me, and my Duty, as a
Man, to pay Divine Regards to SOMETHING.
I CONCEIVE then, that the INFINITE has created many Beings or
Gods, vastly superior to Man, who can better conceive his Perfections than we,
and return him a more rational and glorious Praise. As among Men, the Praise of
the Ignorant or of Children, is not regarded by the ingenious Painter or
Architect, who is rather honour'd and pleas'd with the Approbation of Wise men
and Artists.
It may be that these created Gods, are immortal, or it may be
that after many Ages, they are changed, and Others supply their Places.
Howbeit, I conceive that each of these is exceeding wise, and
good, and very powerful; and that Each has made for himself, one glorious Sun,
attended with a beautiful and admirable System of Planets.
It is that particular wise and good God, who is the Author and
Owner of our System, that I propose for the Object of my Praise and Adoration.
For I conceive that he has in himself some of those Passions he
has planted in us, and that, since he has given us Reason whereby we are
capable of observing his Wisdom in the Creation, he is not above caring for us,
being pleas'd with our Praise, and offended when we slight Him, or neglect his
Glory.
I conceive for many Reasons that he is a good Being, and
as I should be happy to have so wise, good and powerful a Being my Friend, let
me consider in what Manner I shall make myself most acceptable to him.
Next to the Praise due, to his Wisdom, I believe he is pleased
and delights in the Happiness of those he has created; and since without Virtue
Man (*) can have no Happiness in this World, I firmly believe he delights to
see me Virtuous, because he is pleas'd when he sees me Happy.
(*) See Junto Paper of Good and Evil, &c.;
And since he has created many Things which seem purely design'd
for the Delight of Man, I believe he is not offended when he sees his Children
solace themselves in any manner of pleasant Exercises and innocent Delights,
and I think no Pleasure innocent that is to Man hurtful.
I love him therefore for his Goodness and I adore
him for his Wisdom.
Let me then not fail to praise my God continually, for it is
his Due, and it is all I can return for his many Favours and great Goodness to
me; and let me resolve to be virtuous, that I may be happy, that I may please
Him, who is delighted to see me happy. Amen.
1. Adoration. 2. Petition. 3. Thanks.
Prel.
Being mindful that before I address the DEITY, my Soul ought to
be calm and Serene, free from Passion and Perturbation, or otherwise elevated
with Rational Joy and Pleasure, I ought to use a Countenance that expresses a
filial Respect, mixt with a kind of Smiling, that signifies inward Joy, and
Satisfaction, and Admiration.
O wise God, My good Father, Thou beholdest the
Sincerity of my Heart, And of my Devotion; Grant me a Continuance of
thy Favour!
(1) Powerful Goodness, &c. O Creator, O Father, I
believe that thou art Good, and that thou art pleas'd with the Pleasure
of thy Children. Praised be thy Name for Ever.
(2) By thy Power hast thou made the glorious Sun, with his
attending Worlds; from the Energy of thy mighty Will they first received their
prodigious Motion, and by thy Wisdom hast thou prescribed the wondrous Laws by
which they move. Praised be thy Name for ever.
(3) By thy Wisdom hast thou formed all Things, Thou hast
created Man, bestowing Life and Reason, and plac'd him in Dignity superior to
thy other earthly Creatures. Praised be thy Name for ever.
(4) Thy Wisdom, thy Power, and thy GOODNESS are every
where clearly seen; in the Air and in the Water, in the Heavens and on the
Earth; Thou providest for the various winged Fowl, and the innumerable
Inhabitants of the Water; Thou givest Cold and Heat, Rain and Sunshine in their
Season, and to the Fruits of the Earth Increase. Praised be thy Name for
ever.
(5) I believe thou hast given Life to thy Creatures that they
might Live, and art not delighted with violent Death and bloody Sacrifices.
Praised be thy Name for Ever.
(6) Thou abhorrest in thy Creatures Treachery and Deceit,
Malice, Revenge, Intemperance and every other hurtful Vice; but Thou art a
Lover of Justice and Sincerity, of Friendship, Benevolence and every Virtue.
Thou art my Friend, my Father, and my Benefactor. Praised be thy Name, O
God, for Ever.
Amen.
After this, it will not be improper to read part of some such
Book as Ray's Wisdom of God in the Creation or Blacmore on the Creation, or the
Archbishop of Cambray's Demonstration of the Being of a God; &c. or else
spend some Minutes in a serious Silence, contemplating on those Subjects.
Then Sing Milton's Hymn to the Creator
These are thy Glorious Works, Parent of Good! Almighty:
Thine this Universal Frame, Thus wondrous fair! Thy self how wondrous
then! Speak ye who best can tell, Ye Sons of Light, Angels, for ye
behold him, and with Songs, And Choral Symphonies , Day without Night
Circle his Throne rejoicing. You in Heav'n, On Earth, join all Ye
Creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst and without End.
Fairest of Stars, last in the Train of Night, If rather thou belongst not
to the Dawn, Sure Pledge of Day! That crown'st the smiling Morn With
thy bright Circlet; Praise him in thy Sphere While Day arises, that sweet
Hour of Prime. Thou Sun, of this Great World both Eye and Soul
Acknowledge Him thy Greater, Sound his Praise In thy Eternal Course; both
when thou climb'st, And when high Noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.
Moon! that now meet'st the orient Sun, now fly'st With the fix'd
Stars, fix'd in their Orb that flies, And ye five other Wandring Fires,
that move In mystic Dance, not without Song, resound His Praise, that
out of Darkness call'd up Light. Air! and ye Elements! the Eldest
Birth Of Nature's Womb, that in Quaternion run Perpetual Circle,
multiform; and mix And nourish all Things, let your ceaseless Change
Vary to our great Maker still new Praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations! that
now rise From Hill or steaming Lake, dusky or grey, Till the Sun paint
your fleecy Skirts with Gold, In Honour to the World's Great Author rise.
Whether to deck with Clouds th' uncolour'd Sky Or wet the thirsty
Earth with falling Show'rs, Rising or falling still advance his Praise.
His Praise, ye Winds! that from 4 Quarters blow, Breathe soft or
loud; and wave your Tops ye Pines! With every Plant, in Sign of Worship
wave. Fountains! and ye that warble as ye flow Melodious Murmurs,
warbling tune his Praise. Join Voices all ye living Souls, ye Birds!
That singing, up to Heav'n's high Gate ascend, Bear on your Wings, and in
your Notes his Praise. Ye that in Waters glide! and ye that walk The
Earth! and stately Tread, or lowly Creep; Witness if I be silent,
Ev'n orain or Fresh Shade, Made Vocal by my Song, and taught his Praise.
Here follows the Reading of some Book or part of a Book
Discoursing on and exciting to MORAL VIRTUE
Petition.
Prel. In as much as by Reason of our Ignorance We cannot
be Certain that many Things Which we often hear mentioned in the Petitions of
Men to the Deity, would prove REAL GOODS if they were in our Possession, and as
I have Reason to hope and believe that the Goodness of my Heavenly Father will
not withold from me a suitable Share of Temporal Blessings, if by a VIRTUOUS
and HOLY Life I merit his Favour and Kindness, Therefore I presume not to ask
such Things, but rather Humbly, and with a sincere Heart express my earnest
Desires that he would graciously assist my Continual Endeavours and Resolutions
of eschewing Vice and embracing Virtue; Which kind of Supplications will at
least be thus far beneficial, as they remind me in a solemn manner of my
Extensive DUTY.
That I may be preserved from Atheism and Infidelity, Impiety
and Profaneness, and in my Addresses to Thee carefully avoid Irreverence and
Ostentation, Formality and odious Hypocrisy, Help me, O Father
That I may be loyal to my Prince, and faithful to my Country,
careful for its Good, valiant in its Defence, and obedient to its Laws,
abhorring Treason as much as Tyranny, Help me, O Father
That I may to those above me be dutiful, humble, and
submissive, avoiding Pride, Disrespect and Contumacy, Help me, O Father
That I may to those below me, be gracious, Condescending and
Forgiving, using Clemency, protecting Innocent Distress, avoiding
Cruelty, Harshness and Oppression, Insolence and unreasonable Severity,
Help me, O Father
That I may refrain from Calumny and Detraction; that I may
avoid and abhor Deceit and Envy, Fraud, Flattery and Hatred, Malice, Lying and
Ingratitude, Help me, O Father
That I may be sincere in Friendship, faithful in Trust, and
impartial in Judgment, watchful against Pride, and against Anger (that
momentary Madness), Help me, O Father
That I may be just in all my Dealings and temperate in my
Pleasures, full of Candour and Ingenuity, Humanity and Benevolence, Help
me, O Father
That I may be grateful to my Benefactors and generous to my
Friends, exerting Charity and Liberality to the Poor, and Pity to the
Miserable, Help me, O Father
That I may avoid Avarice, Ambition, and Intemperance, Luxury
and Lasciviousness, Help me, O Father
That I may possess Integrity and Evenness of Mind, Resolution
in Difficulties, and Fortitude under Affliction; that I may be punctual in
performing my Promises, peaceable and prudent in my Behaviour, Help me, O
Father
That I may have Tenderness for the Weak, and a reverent
Respect for the Ancient; That I may be kind to my Neighbours, good-natured to
my Companions, and hospitable to Strangers, Help me, O Father
That I may be averse to Craft and Overreaching, abhor
Extortion, Perjury, and every kind of Wickedness, Help me, O Father
That I may be honest and Openhearted, gentle, merciful and
Good, chearful in Spirit, rejoicing in the Good of Others, Help me, O
Father
That I may have a constant Regard to Honour and Probity; That
I may possess a perfect Innocence and a good Conscience, and at length become
Truly Virtuous and Magnanimous, Help me, Good God, Help me, O Father
And forasmuch as Ingratitude is one of the most odious of
Vices, let me not be unmindful gratefully to acknoledge the Favours I receive
from Heaven.
Thanks.
For Peace and Liberty, for Food and Raiment, for Corn and
Wine, and Milk, and every kind of Healthful Nourishment, Good God, I Thank
thee.
For the Common Benefits of Air and Light, for useful Fire and
delicious Water, Good God, I Thank thee.
For Knowledge and Literature and every useful Art; for my
Friends and their Prosperity, and for the fewness of my Enemies, Good God, I
Thank thee.
For all thy innumerable Benefits; For Life and Reason, and
the Use of Speech, for Health and Joy and every Pleasant Hour, my Good God,
I thank thee.
End of the first Part.
Epitaph
The Body of B. Franklin, Printer; Like the
Cover of an old Book, Its Contents torn out, And stript of its
Lettering and Gilding, Lies here, Food for Worms. But the Work shall
not be wholly lost: For it will, as he believ'd, appear once more, In
a new & more perfect Edition, Corrected and amended By the Author.
He was born Jan. 6. 1706. Died 17
1728
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