tr., John Brownlie
8.8.8.8
Christos mou dunamis.
At the Departure of a Soul
I
O God, most good, forget me not --
Nor from Thy servant turn away --
Who to the night of death hast brought
My fearful soul this awful day.
II
Hear Thou my prayer, O God of grace,
Who every penitent receives;
From memory let my tears efface,
The sin for which my spirit grieves.
III
O ye, my kinsfolk, brethren, friends,
Your weeping mingle with mine own;
My soul the dire behest attends,
And wings its flight from earth alone.
IV
Now none can save, and nought can aid:
Be Thou mine aid, O Christ my God,
Lest I for evermore be laid,
Beneath the all-avenging rod.