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.