Stanzas, On The Same Occasion

      Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene?      Have I so found it full of pleasing charms?      Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between-      Some gleams of sunshine 'mid renewing storms,      Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?      Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode?      For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms:      I tremble to approach an angry God,      And justly smart beneath His sin-avenging rod.       Fain would I say, "Forgive my foul offence,"      Fain promise never more to disobey;      But, should my Author health again dispense,      Again I might desert fair virtue's way;      Again in folly's part might go astray;      Again exalt the brute and sink the man;      Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray      Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan?      Who sin so oft have mourn'd, yet to temptation ran?       O Thou, great Governor of all below!      If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee,      Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,      Or still the tumult of the raging sea:      With that controlling pow'r assist ev'n me,      Those headlong furious passions to confine,      For all unfit I feel my pow'rs to be,      To rule their torrent in th' allowed line;      O, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine!