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.