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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.

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