A Prayer, In The Prospect Of Death.

A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.

I.

O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread Presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear!

II.

If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; As Something, loudly, in my breast, Remonstrates I have done;

III.

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me, With Passions wild and strong; And: list'ning, to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.

IV.

Where human weakness has come short, Or frailty stept aside, Do Thou, ALL-GOOD, for such Thou art, In shades of darkness hide.

V.

Where with intention I have err'd, No other plea I have, But, Thou art good; and Goodness still Delighteth to forgive.