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 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. 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, To rule their torrent in th' allowed line; Lying |