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.