Prayer, In The Prospect Of Death

    prayer, in the prospect of death
    o thou unknown, almighty cause
    of all my hope and fear!
    in whose dread presence, ere an hour,
    perhaps i must appear!
    if i have wander'd in those paths
    of life i ought to shun,
    as something, loudly, in my breast,
    remonstrates i have done;
    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.
    where human weakness has come short,
    or frailty stept aside,
    do thou, allgood—for such thou art—
    in shades of darkness hide.
    where with intention i have err'd,
    no other plea i have,
    but, thou art good; and goodness still
    delighteth to forgive.