A Prayer: in the Prospect of Death (Poem by Robert Burns)

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A Prayer: in the Prospect of Death
By Robert Burns



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.

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