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Do Thou, All-Good! for fuch Thou art,

In fhades of darknefs hide.

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 fo found it full of pleafing charms? Some drops of joy with draughts of ill be

tween:

Some gleams of funfhine mid renewing

ftorms:

Is

Is it departing pangs my foul 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 fin-avenging rod.

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Fain would I fay, Forgive my foul offence! Fain promise never more to difobey;

But, should my Author health again difpenfe, Again I might defert fair Virtue's way; Again in Folly's path might go aftray;

Again exalt the brute and fink the man; Then how should I for Heav'nly Mercy pray,

Who act so counter Heav'nly Mercy's plan?

Who fin fo oft have mourn'd, yet to tempta

tion ran?

O Thou, Great Governor of all below!

If I may dare a lifted eye to thee,

Thy

Thy nod can make the tempeft cease to blow,
Or ftill the tumult of the raging fea :
With that controuling pow'r affist ev'n me,
Those headlong, furious paffions to confine;
For all unfit I feel my powers to be,

To rule their torrent in th' allowed line;
O, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine!

Lying

Lying at a Reverend Friend's boufe one night, the Author left the following Verfes in the room where he fЛlept.

I.

O THOU dread Pow'r, who reign't above!

I know Thou wilt me hear :

When for this fcene of peace and love,
I make my pray'r fincere.

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