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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 Goodnes still Delighteth to forgive.
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ON THE SAME OCCASION.
WHY am I loath to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops of joy, with draughts of ill between; Some gleams of sunshine mid renewing storms. Is it departing pangs my soul 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 sin-avenging rod.
Fain would I say, Forgive my foul offence! Fain promise never more to disobey; But should ny Author health again dispense, Again I might desert fair Virtue's way, Again in Folly's path might go astray, Again exalt the brute, and sink the man, Then how should I for heav'nly Mercy's pray, Who act so counter heav'nly Mercy's plan? Who sin so oft have mourn'd, yet no temptation ran!
