If not, why am I subject to Or why has man the will and pow'r X. Yet, let not this too much, my son, The poor, oppressed, honest man, XI. O death! the poor man's dearest friend, The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, But, Oh! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn! A PRAYER PRAYER IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH. I. O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause II. If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; As something, loudly, in my breast, III. Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me IV. Where human weakness has come short, Or frailty stept aside, Do thou, All Good! for such thou art, V. Where with intention I have err'd, No other plea I have, But, Thou art good; and goodness still Delighteth to forgive. STANZAS STANZAS ON THE SAME OCCASION. WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene! Have I so found it full of pleasing charms! Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between: Some gleams of sunshine 'mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms? Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms; I tremble to approach an angry GOD, And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod. Fain would I say, 'Forgive my foul offence!" Again exalt the brute and sink the man ; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray, Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan? Who sin so oft have mourn'd, yet to temptation ran ? O Thou, great Governor of all below! To rule their torrent in th' allowed line, LYING |