A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH. I. O THOU, unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear! II. If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; As something, loudly, in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; III. 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. IV. Where human weakness has come short, Or frailty stept aside, Do Thou, All-Good! for such Thou art, In shades of darkness hide. V. Where with intention I have err'd, No other plea I have, But, Thou art good; and goodness still Delighteth to forgive. N 4 STANZAS ON THE SAME OCCASION. WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene! Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ? And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say, Forgive my foul offence!' But, should my Author health again dispense, Again exalt the brute and sink the man; Who act so counter heav'nly 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, To rule their torrent in th' allowed line; VERSES ON A FRIEND AND HIS FAMILY *. I. O THOU dread Pow'r, who reign'st above! I know Thou wilt me hear : When for this scene of peace and love, I make my pray'r sincere. II. The hoary sire-the mortal stroke, To bless his little filial flock, And show what good men are. * Visiting at a Reverend Friend's house, the Author left the above Verses in the room where he slept. |