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.