A PRAY ER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH. I. O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause In whofe dread Prefence, ere an hour, Perhaps I muft appear! VOL. II. B II. II. If I have wander'd in thofe paths Of life I ought to fhun ; As Something, loudly, in my breaft, III. Thou know'ft that Thou haft formed me And lift'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong. IV. Where human weakness has come short, Or frailty ftept aside, Do Do Thou, All-Good! for fuch Thou art, In fhades of darkness hide. V. Where with intention I have err'd, No other Plea I have, But, Thou art good; and Goodness ftill Delighteth to forgive. STANZAS SAME ON THE OCCASION. WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene! Have I fo found it full of pleafing charms? Some drops of joy with draughts of ill be tween: Some gleams of fünfhine mid renewing forms: Is it departing pangs my foul alarms? Fain would I fay, 'Forgive my foul offence!' Again exalt the brute and fink the man; Then how fhould I for Heav'nly Mercy pray, Who act fo counter Heav'nly Mercy's plan? Who fin fo oft have mourn'd, yet to temptation ran? O Thou, Great Governor of all below! If I may dare a lifted eye to thee, |