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
.