O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear! In Whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear! If I have wander'd in those paths Of life I ought to shun; As something, loudly in my breast, Remonstrates I have done; Thou know'st that Thou hast forméd me With passions wild and strong; And listening to their witching voice Has 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 still Delighteth to forgive. |