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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 formed me / With passions wild and strong; / And list'ning 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.