A 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,
All-Good-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.
