PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH. THOU unknown, Almighty Caufe In whofe dread Prefence, ere an hour, II. If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; As Something, loudly, in my breast, Remonftrates. I have done. III. Thou know't that Thou haft formed me With Paffions wild and ftrong; And lift'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong. IV. Where human weakness has come short Or frailty ftept afide, •201 Do thou All-Good! for fuch Thou art, In fhades of darkness hide. ン No other Plea I have, But, Thou art good; and Goodness till, Delighteth to forgive. STANZAS. ON THE SAME OCCASION. WHY am Iloth to leave this earthly scene? Have I found it fo full of pleafing charms? Some drops of joy with drops of ill between ; Some gleams of funfhine 'mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my foul alarms? Or Death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode? Fain would I fay, 'Forgive my foul offence!' Again exalt the brute and fink the man ; O Thou Great Governor of all below! To rule their torrent in th' allowed line; ewald Lying at a Reverend Friend's house, one night, The Author left the following Verfes in the room where he lept I O THOU dread Pow'r, who reign'ft above, I know Thou wilt me hear; When for this fcene of peace and love, The hoary fire-the mortal ftroke, To blefs his little filial flock, And fhew what good men are. III She, who her lovely Offspring eyes IV. Their hope, their flay, their darling youth, Blefs him, Thou God of Love and Truth, |