A Prayer in the prospect of Death

O Thou unknown, Almighty CauseOf all my hope and fear!In whose dread presence, ere an hour,Perhaps I must appear!

If I have wander'd in those pathsOf life I ought to shun;As something, loudly in my breast,Remonstrates I have done;

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed meWith passions wild and strong;And list'ning to their witching voiceHas 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 stillDelighteth to forgive.