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; O, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine! THE FIRST PSALM. THE man, in life where-ever plac'd, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their guilty lore! Nor from the seat of scornful pride Casts forth his eyes abroad, But with humility and awe Still walks before his GOD. That man shall flourish like the trees Which by the streamlets grow; The fruitful top is spread on high, And firm the root below. |